why must niggas <br />always step to me, <br />wit sum lame ass game <br />talkin bout my boo-t.. <br />neva nuffin respectful, <br />jus how dey wanna hit, <br />talkin like dat, <br />i could give 2 shits, <br /> <br />why must niggas pretend so good <br />but in reality, r so fake, <br />half da effort it took to get <br />me is all it takes, <br />a rose, a hug, all da <br />little shit matters, <br />but once dey wit me <br />all dem idea's scatter <br /> <br />why must niggas do me wrong <br />like im jus anotha gurl, <br />but i rememba a time, <br />when i was dey whole world, <br />'what can i do 2 change, <br />jus let me kno', <br />but the truth of da matta, <br />is u gotta let him go, <br /> <br />Cuz niggas aint gon change, <br />dey will b foreva, <br />so for now im single, <br />till i find summin betta, <br />what i need is a real man, <br />not sum nigga, <br />down to earth like 'common', <br />and maybe ballin like 'jigga', <br />so does dis man exist, <br />i believe dis to b true, <br />for now i sit here and wonder, <br />could dis man b u? ...<br /><br />Dis Guy.... His name is Clif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-must-niggas/
