My eyes cause me grief at the fate of all the young women in my city., Lamentations 3:31...oh what a pity...we long to emulate "s*x in the City"...more concerned about getting laid and looking pretty. We want men to "Make it rain on us," like Ricky...then remix it with Diddy...a mantra created by the dog, to snag the kitty. There's got to be more to life than designer clothes and being skinny...givin' it up for the good & plenty. Eye candy...bought and paid for by Mr. Dandy...For some swinging around a pole is necessary, not handy...everybody cain't be a R&B star like Brandy...When we gonna encourage the Mandy's, to strive for more...higher S.A.T. scores...realize that inner beauty should be at the core...of our foundation. Not our use of make-up...or the latest get-up...tell baby girl, she's more than a pin-up...then get on your knees and send up...prayers. Beg the Most High...to open the eye's of the blind...because a mind...is a terrible thing to waste...just to get a little taste...of the so called "sweet life."
Candy Girl, the whole wide world...can be yours, Mommy Dearest
