Superhero's Resignation

Peter Parker's position has been filled
Batman's still got his wheels
And last time I checked Clark Kent ain't gave his cape up
Baby, I can't save you...
Can't nobody take you for a fool unless that's how you're selling it
And maybe if you stayed celibate longer than three weeks after y'all meet
You would know if a dude was diggin' you instead of trying to dig IN you
It don't take that book, movie, or even my poem to know whether or not he's not that into you
Especially if he doesn't call after he enters you
How do you give a man job benefits, and he ain't even passed the interview?
Baby girl, you need to search the inner you
Because salvation ain't an occupation, it's self-service
And if you took more time learning yourself
You would know which one of these n*ggas was self serving
Ain't learned your purpose
Don't know what your wealth is
Don't understand what you're built for
Chick, you ain't a Motel 6...you're the Biltmore
And fellas, if we built more princesses and raised them to be queens
They would be naked on poles or half naked on trampolines
I mean...ain't ye supposed to first seek the Kingdom?
But nowadays, queens dumb
Trying to find court jesters to replace them with big faces
But instead of focusing on the Benjamins to need to look at Abraham
Not Lincoln, Abram
Remember in the Bible when he left Lot is when he got his blessings
But y'all here stressing acting as if y'all in Shawshank
Not realizing you've got the key to your own freedom

So seeing as how good men are no longer needed
Indeed it makes no sense for me to be one, right?
Since all girls want a thug around
Should I give a fuck about what you want, feel, or need?
Was I raised incorrectly to respect these "queens" who seem to cherish dollar signs over honest guys?
Now you say you want a good man
But I'll be got damn if you don't choose the n*gga you know is gonna do you wrong
Then sing that same sad song that "A good man is so hard to find"
You're looking so hard for dimes all the time picking up pennies
And since plenty of females are settling on retail relationships
Giving up on themselves, using their bodies as bargaining chips
Should I no longer give a shit and call you to your face a bitch?
You say you want flowers, fine wine and high times
But quickly deal with low slime in no time flat
And matter of fact
Instead of a man wanting to please you and treat you rightly
you'll take a thug that'll leave and beat you nightly
So it might be my turn to be a thug too...right ladies?
Since nowadays you want Two Chainz, Waka Flacka, Jeezy or Plies
While telling me sleazy lies
Saying that I'm to good for you
And baby, all the time you don't see your good in YOU...
So should I continue
Change my name from Truth B. Told to Willie or Tyrone
Sit at home with the boys unemployed running up your phone with my girl on the side
Never give you a call
Then come see you, after I play ball
Since what you wanted was A.I.
Should I stay my ass out on the streets tattooed and iced out
So you can tell your girls "My relationship's nice now"
And I'll drop out of school, since most thugs ain't educated
I'll be grimy, gutter, gangster
All the thing to make YOU feel better
Won't even say I love you, 'cause that ain't what thugs do
Will THAT be enough to make you feel loved, boo?
And since you tell me I'm so nice and I'm above you
I'll make you feel good just like a thug would: Fuck you.

But you don't realize YOUR wealth
If you did, you wouldn't put your soul on a shelf
And you tell me I'm too good for you? You're probably right
So I'll leave your ass alone and go find my future wife
But please take this advice, like Goodie Mob said,
"Your my beginning, my end...you're my sister, lover and friend"
but ladies, you must understand...
You've got to respect yourself before I can.