Treating her so wrong, you’re a foul ass dirty nigga,
U better heed my warning before you pull the trigga,
Cause she deserves more, to be truly explored,
To have her heart caressed, & truly adored,

Before another comes along, & fixes all of her wrongs,
Don’t know who I'm talking about? Listen to this poetic song,
I'm talking to her man, he better treat her special, like the feathers on a turtle dove,
Hold her tight, like the railings of a failing flight,

Before another comes through, scoops her up, caresses her cheeks, & dry her tears,
Shows her that he's a reason, that she will never have any fears,
Cause in his years,
Coming up in the hood,

As a black male misunderstood,
He thought to himself, maybe he would, maybe he could, maybe he should, maybe he shouldn't...
Maybe he "would" be the man of every woman’s fantasy,
Maybe he "could" touch the heart of every woman that came into contact with him,

Maybe he "should" be like the rest of these dudes & play her out till she ain't nothing but old news,
Or maybe he shouldn't,
Maybe he should be the one that she can come to when all her pride is taken away,
Lay her head on his chest & put all of her fears to rest,

I know you not the best, & you damn sure not perfect,
But shouldn't you be the reason that makes all of her sacrifices worth it,
Wasn't she there when you was running the streets,
Acting on some dumb shit, playing wit the heat?

Wasn't she there when time after time you got caught,
Letting your eyes wander, looking at them girls with them lil ass shorts,
Its a thought, I’ mean like damn is it really even worth it?
Everyone else says your worthless, but still she by your side like your dumb ass is worth it,

I mean yo homie you really need to tighten up,
Before her love starts to weaken & her heart starts to harden up,
Remember them days when you used to hold her in your arms,
Her ecstatically moaning while your digging into her farm,

Remember those nights, when you'd play fight then you'd kiss?
And you'd look into her eyes, as your sucking on those lips,
Those nights when she couldn't sleep, so she'd wait for you to come home,
But your ass was doing you, so to bed she went alone,

You return when the sun comes up, & leave before it sets,
You better listen to what I'm saying homie, before your tired ass she forgets,
How much can she take?
This is not really a debate,

Ain't no arguing, no fighting, one day its going be silence when u come home,
She going pack her things, some of yours, & she going leave your tired ass alone!!!

Written By Kilo….SRA