African queen, 2pac wrote that song for me.
Essence of beauty. My style so unique.
You first glance, straightup hoodrat.
Fatigue jacket, pants sag below.
I see pity in ur eyes, you must be feeling low.
Self-esteem you have none.
Hope you lost some.
So much pain in your life.
So you don't take days for granted.
So many women in your life.
You took advantage.
But who wore the pants.
As they dance around your ass.
Playing you like a fool.
As they went down on you.
You got ur kicks
But you were there B****
Trying to make u there's but never realizing you wasn't there.
What u wanted was set in stone.
As the new year came, you hope for a change.
As you wait on that line, to receive your change.
You look up and notice a change.
The beauty in change, as you walk away.
Change said with a smile, have a nice day.

Ever wonder why now a days a date is not called a date its called hanging out. And when you was interested in someone instead of saying i have a potential they say I am talking to someone. Which has more problems behind in. I was pegged a question by a friend on Facebook. Wondering " Ladies if i guy bring you flowers what would you do?" And thats when i realize romance is dead. Now a days woman accept the roles guy portray today. With the outings to movie theaters instead of a real theater or dinner at olive gardens. Women don't dress to go out on dates they dress up to go catch the next bait in the club, then talk about the girl wearing the exact same dress but shorter than theirs. Romance is no longer alive here in the 21st century, it is no longer a race factor. Its an everyday factor. What happen to the man that came up to you and ask to take you out Friday night at 8 to a lovely restaurant, then after take a stroll down the park, or watch the stars as he walks you back to the car. What happen to picnic dates, watching kids play, and kites flying, what happen to the step from dating to asking the girl to be your women. With a gift her and a kiss here. What happen to doing all you can to impress a women. What happen to showering her with affection. Now a days if a man actually even does that the women doesn't take an interest because she thinks hes a punk. They rather the guy that don't return her calls, don't bother to show affection, take her to McDonald's and don't even pay for it, ask her for the money instead. And yet, this is the man we want. I ask Pourquoi? (French term for why?) why are we allowing the men of the future to be jerks.

Like a magician, they disappear then reappear.
The thought of staying is their greatest fear.

Death to hope