Letras:Grits. Dichotomy A. I Be.

Girl u must be trippin falling head over heals for a man who don't love u and don't know God and don't want to do either letting him lying and dying and no wonder you figure men are dogs, your brokenness his neediness brought you this conclusion, in God theirs another solution after all men are maid in the image of God even thought they are delusional just set higher goals, Godly ambisus educated brothers do exist u just can't see because your visions twisted close your eyes and I will paint a picture for a man whose not posted up in clubs trying to get your number who looks at your set of eyes not to predictable others who preys to god for his cleanliness, he ain't impressed by short hair, short dresses, and blind and superficial things, he knows his diamond piece don't come with a price tag on her tail but verture in her heart something he discovered on his knees before God not you, so you want a good man heres what you do button up that shirt loosen up those pants, when and unusuall suspect come to you give him a chance, ask God what u need not your girl to remember you determen your self worth, make the nesisary sacrifices even though it hirts. O and get dog out of your vocab, God and his world prest hood can hear your every word. To think D O G spells MAN is beyond exerd.