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Artist JoeMac
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Letter to a Ratchet

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just different

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I wrote her a letter, I said dear miss, I barely know ya name, and naw, this aint a phony attempt at game, I just wanna tell you how I feel, see I met you on an unforgettable tip, not even goin in that joint wanting to attempt to get to know any chick that night, but you was lookin so right, I woulda be wrong to stay sittin down, as I approached you, you stopped me and said hold on clown, I know how you bruhs with tattoos are, fitted caps, doo rags, beaters and shorts, all you s care about is sports, as for ya ladies, you just good for makin babies, then dippin out when its time to take on responsibility, see you negroes be killin me, all this ass, all these breasts, I am the best and you still cant handle me, so before you say a word, Im a tell you dont even waste ya time, with ya phony lines and rhymes, cause I aint havin it, by then I was pissed, and I told her to hear this, see miss, you got this here twisted and confused, I aint come up to you for ya apple bottoms or ya C cup top, I came up too you cause I wanted to drop a line or two bout how I would like to get to know you better, but seein that you aint so clever, and that you done dealt with clowns all ya life, you automatically assumed a brother was comin over to wife you up, see ya mouth killed ya chance at a real man, but I thank you for letting me know who you are, baby girl, you aint a star, that booty and breasts aint gone equal success, you twerkin all over the dance floor aint gone make me wanna F ya more, nor is it gonna keep ya bills paid, see as for me, this right here is my relax fit, cause when im doin my biz, I roll up in three piece suits and cufflinks, I link up with other business minded people to build up bank accounts, not to buy $10,000 rims, but to invest in my unborn kids, see I didnt come over here to screw you, I came over to see if you would like to have the oppurtunity to get to know a successful black man, but damn, yo assumptions of how all brothers are, has threw me off by far, see I got my degree, job with benefits, do poetry on a side, and not that it matter, but I got two rides, a nice crib, but most of all, Im a black man with common and book sense, who senses that proper prep prevents poor performance, and by your introduction performance, I see that you the type of chick that say you want a family, but ya dressed like a skee in the club, fall for the trash s and blowin they s, and then you end up on FB postin stuff like this, ALL S AINT NO GOOD AND F EM ALL, naw baby, is just F U, and I'm thankful that I got to see the real you, cause now, I can go consume my time, with a real black woman, sincerely yours, a real black man

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c_michelle_b says:

Love these, we need more men like this :)

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