They say niggas ain’t sh*t
It was her legs that opened
If she respected herself
He wouldn’t have a cup to pour in
Unless coerced
It took two to dog with
Heavily blame men
While ladies are golden
Had standards been held
They wouldn’t have a field to play in
If titles were stamped
It’ll be no room to crack in
She stretching her legs
He spreading his seeds
Hoe culture is the society we thrive in
We embrace sex more than love
Then wonder why we mold’n
Love is no longer the hub
Nor the foundation we cake in
Quick Lil pleasure extends its measure
Raising kids with so much pressure
A separate home with neglectful parenting
Through calamity, raising children of animosity
Lack accountability, they self-pity
A person like that lacks maturity
Modesty is 6ft deep with probity
Masculinity amended to cowardly
Responsibility substituted for fast money
We call them preferences
These choices reflect our differences
Formed by wounds that tell a story
Of times that mark our offenses
If love is internal
Why is our fixation on carnal
Because of ignorance
We neglect our tomorrow
To identify someone’s character
Ask them about someone similar
Watch how they defend them
Or critique the familiar
Women, created remarkably
To carry life into-nations
Power is in our hands
But we fail to graduate rotations
A guy will come for assets
Leave during heartache
He never cared
He wanted that priceless cupcake
The one who ain’t fishing
For her, he will kneel in marriage
