He is what my mama told me a man should be He eptomizes the true definition of a powerful black man You can see from his gracious walk He's been there And survived every single knock He owns a flashy ride,a tuscan home in the surburbs and good heart to his name But he doesn't use all these to polish his game Nor does he use them as bait He's only scratched the surface of his true potential yeah...she knows it The gal prancing around in the gucci mini skirt Her radar didn't miss him at all She loves him for what he represents Not because he is a kindered soul But if as women we cry "liberation!" Isn't contradictory To lose our power,sell our souls For the mere size of a wallet? We hide behind the man-bashing and forget... We created the monster Yes,its true A woman got a patent for GOZZILLA But wait... There's a flip side to this It's about him..he in those low-riding jeans He has her on a leash She is inprinted on his skin..like a bad tattoo that can't be erased She is a delicate flower.. Uncorrupted..and oozes innocence Her flawless beauty is her handicap coz all she'll ever be to him is a trophy galfriend Her earnest prayer is that every element that embodies her truth,her wisdom switches places with her beauty Making dusty earth..the prologue to eternity She knows where she's been,knows where she's going And how to reach her destination Pity,destination in her case equates DAMNATION Coz the guys condemned her And hung her on the wall as the Mona Lisa Yes,it's true.. A man got a patent for the barbie doll And we all know barbie comes with accessories So when she sucks you dry my brother Don't complain!!