Allergic Reaction

She likes them hood dudes. She likes to be roughened up. Allergic to the good dudes. She tells them to toughen up. But little does she know. They have plans for her future. Not walking with a gun to shoot yuh. Locked up robbing a store. You think that's cute huh. Your MCM, well groomed guy. But that's a lie. Had he approached you. He wouldn't even get a try. Fuckin the negative so you try and justify the idiocrity. Used to basic so your stuck with mediocrity. You stay with the mundane. You wanna switch lanes but you afraid to explore anything new. Blew off a few. Now your stuck in a mystery. One guy left hints but you didn't catch the clue. Allergic to the obvious. So obviously at this pivotal moment. Your feeling pitiful, why? Because you see your mistakes and you finally own it. Allergic like flower petals in the spring. Don't spring into action. Think, and avoid the distractions that make you sneeze. Wipe the snot on your sleeve. Or accept the handkerchief from the guy in the tailored suit. If not. Don't complain when you lose. Because that feeling is moot. Oh he not cute enough. Pants don't sag. So what, he not rude enough? Rather be Popping bottles in the club. Then wine under candlelight. Walk with you in the dark and hold the candle tight . Oh nah that ain't your type. Then you must be allergic to common sence. Hence the box of Kleenex next to your heart. Would say bless you. But real niggas don't have manners. You see what happens. Your allergic to what really matters.