As time passes you try to 4get

how all the niggaz act

and you wonder where

all the real me at.

When you walk down the street

this is all you hear:

"Yo, shorty, come over, let me holla at you.

Ven aqui , Mami.

Lemme take you to my house n show

you how a real nigga could treat you."

Hearing this makes my warm

red blood run cold.

Cause you and I both know

all they really wanna see is that

"thong, thong, thong, thong."

            Ayana Garnes