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[twentyfivecent]

Sister, you must be trippin
falling head over heals for a guy who dont love you, dont love God, and dont want to either
let him wine and dine you
small price to pay to get the divine, modern day tale of
casting pearls before swine
No wonder you think all men are dogs
your brokeness
his neediness
has brought you to this conclusion
mind you there is another solution
Godly ambitious educated brothers do exist
you just cant see because your vision is twisted
close your eyes
ill paint you a picture of a man who ant posted up in club trying to get your number
who looks at your eyes and not the perdictable others
prays to God for his queen
so he ant impressed with
nice hair
short dress
bling and superficial things
he knows a dine piece doesnt come with a price tag on her tail
but virtue in her heart
something he learned 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
out for steppin and not the latest booty dance
when an unusual suspect comes your way
give him a chance
kings dont rock crowns and crowds
for what?
they are more secure than that
ask God what you need and not your girls
remember you determine your self worth
make the nessasary sacrifices even when it hurts
oh
and get dog out of your vocabulary
God and his royal priesthood can hear your every word
to think that d o g spells m a n is obserd

you heard