If you’re going to uplift her, uplift her.

Don’t think because you made her feel special, she’ll sleep with you quicker.

Or that because your money's tight, and you look alright,

She’s supposed to be laying down with you at the end of the night.

That’s ignorance, often fueled by the inference that the act of sex should be determined by the presence or absence of a woman’s innocence.

Who are we at the end of the day?

Why do you feel a sense of power in taking women’s voices away?

Is it to validate your manhood? That’s smart to say, because you're dissing your bros for not hitting, smashing, tapping… Like “dude you're gay.”

At least, that’s what I’m seeing.

Shutting our women down to utter words you don’t even believe in.

Calling her out her name just to make a name for yourself, for the rap game, and the fame and the friends and the wealth.

Then to sit back and laugh and flaunt it once you got it,

Like you ain’t destroying our community, just like I’ve spotted.

Just know if I’ll do anything to gain some power, respect, or bragging rights, that’s not it.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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