I could have been that every man who black women say only exist in books, or on T.V. where Stella got hers.... or who only dates the white chicks, or whose gay, or doesn't exist. I could have been your prince yet you chose to shake it fast and run wild with the bad guys your drunken thug fantasy. Wanting the next Tupac. But he's dead my queen Come back with me to the street called reality. I could have been a father to him your son never knowing daddy cause daddy didn't want to know him that stereotype you live it daily but i guess you'll never see greener pastures ms. thang. so keeps listening to them Destiny chicks and TLC and Toni Braxton and the like. get mad and call black men stupid nigga's and deadbeats and dogs but we both know that's what you likeBirth sign: Virgo
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