On to the next

When you’re given the signs, listen to your mind, don’t try to change them, you’re wasting your time

They’ll get what they want, and act like it’s okay, saying what you want to hear, acting a certain kind of way.

If only we were configured with x-ray vision, seeing the true them would make an easier decision, beware of the lames

The silly fools, and momma’s boys, they’re only good for one thing and that’s a few nights of joy, as women we do however

Know who they are, were equipped with that sixth sense, that “dumb ass” radar, so next time your approached

By some fine ass guy, looking like he’s Mr. GQ for the month of July,

make sure not to tell yourself any lies, do your homework, don’t be so lazy, he’s probably in disguise; Is he a hood hoodlum, chasing that “superstar “dream,

Selling drugs, rapping, try to blow up by any means, or that old ass momma’s boy, who can’t stand on his own, has his mother on speed dial, # 1 in his phone

Some are even both, the lames to be exact, have hustler’s ambitions with no sense to match, the ratio is low, and doesn’t play in our favor, so 90% of us will

Encounter one or the other sooner or later, high school is gone and so is art class, so don’t make him your project, trying to change him to make it last

Acknowledge who he is, that’s who he’ll be till he dies, turn on your “Mary J” CD and let out all your cries,

Gather all his things, his Tim’s and white T’s, that dingy white du rag sitting next to the keys, stuff it all in some trash bags, and then send him a text,

tell him your horny and you want to have sex, he’ll be there before you can press end on the phone, jingling the key’s singing usher’s “daddy’s home”..

that look on his face when he sees his shit packed, mouth wide open, dropping his keys on the rack, walk up to him, and before he starts talking, take his key off the rack

and tell him to start walking, open the door, make sure he’s gotten all his bags, no more wasting time, time is all he had,  meet the new you

Because the old you is dead. Don’t answer his calls, send no text…It’s time to do you, and it’s on the next…..