Price Tags
Pussy comes with price tags,
she said “you couldn’t afford me”.
Well cash, credit, or check yourself
but I see you’re already wrecked
with shattered dreams of your
Disney prince charming that
caters to your every need.
Your middle-class lifestyle
has left you classless because
in this patriarchal society, the reason
you got ahead wasn’t your resume
but your assets, access granted
to those form fitting to America’s
aesthetic paradigms and you
choose to be compared to a dime?
Sad day’s for those men whose wealth
lies in time! Men who fight
to live, learn, lead, love
and still get left behind.
So we say fuck the world
that you set us in
cause we are screwed over by it
how’s that for friends with benefits?
We’ve heard “no romance without finance”
and “love don’t pay the bills”
don’t pay the telephone bill
don’t pay the automo bills
but all the women, independent,
throw your hands up to God
asking "where is my man?!"
In which he might have replied,
“I sent him to you but
he didn’t have the highest bid.”
You’ve auctioned yourself
long after the master did.
There is someone who can
provide you with everything
but do nothing for you, just like
there is someone who will give you nothing
but the happiness and love you deserve,
what’s your pick?
But see there is a woman who knows
her value is priceless and she doesn’t ask
where her man is, but asks how
she can make herself most prepared
for when he arrives that she may
patch up is scars that previously came from the hurt.
So don’t say you don’t want no scrubs
then get mad at the nurse