The Diss (pt 2)

Now, I’ll move on to something more visual,
You’ll have a list of your dream girl,
Starting with her physical.
The chick you’re describing seems fucking perfect,
Meanwhile you walking ‘round here with yo lil four inch dick.
Got us wasting a body for a few minutes not even worth it.
You got yours,
I’m pissed off,
Sitting here in my face,
Dick all on soft,
I gotta use toys to get mine off,
Yet somehow you’re convinced you’re worth the cost?
You’ll want your girl to cook like a slave,
Clean like a maid,
With little to no pay.
Want a woman from whom you’ll be inspired,
But too little of a man
To change your own flat tire.
Want and crave a woman to be your best friend,
But never learned how to give it back,
Give loyalty, give honesty & respect,
The basic requirements,
You fail to keep the pact.
Na... you’d rather sit back...
Play Madden,
Play 2K,
COD or whatever the kids play,
Never spontaneous,
Stuck in the same routine everyday.
Adopted a mentality that women must win the “prize”,
Wanna tell us how to be wives,
Half the time living double lives,
Running around Narcissistic in covert disguise
Like the honor should be mine...
This is to gently remind,
To subtly open your eyes...
To get you to realize,
That I am the light.
Not a conquest,
Not a task,
& not to be toyed with when you didn’t ask.
Not to hold you down while you “grow”,
Not to suffer through struggle-love til I’m tired,
Not to be expected to submit just because you were born a “man”,
But nothing close to a provider.