Last Man Standing...(Inspired by Lyfe's song "Cry")

I done had money
I done been broke
I done been talked about something awful
Done been lied on by so many folks
I done even been depressed at times
and didn't wanna cry cause my pride was too strong
But over the years I thought it over
And after struggling for so long and still holding on
I figured, can't be nothing all that wrong with crying
If anybody says that they're that strong they're lying

I'm taking off my pride for a second to let you see the convalescence of a man who's been broken hearted...

Downtrodden...

Abused...

Forgotten...

Misused...

My rotten disposition is a direct result of the feminine manner in which so many males tend to keep up idle banter, chatter or whatever you want to call it...I think Puffy/P.Diddy/Sean John called it "bitchassness"

I know this isn't a typical poem but don't think because I use a few pop culture references that the regular level of mentality or creativity isn't flowing...you know how hard it is to rhyme something with "bitchassness?"

But I digress...

This stress can only be described as prodigious and my ignorance hasn't diminished one bit, the gift of education was heaven sent and I thank God every day for him making me a wordsmith but the negligence with which some of you cats speak so reckless is nothing more than evidence and a testament to your own personal..."bitchassness..."

In other words...say it to my face...or shut up...

I've heard it said that sticks and stone can break my bones, but words can never hurt me...that's true. They hurt you!

Now that I've pulled the daggers out of my back, I'm healed and I got my swagger back

Sometimes friends stay closer than enemies, now that I know that/I keep my real friends close and we stay back to back...pain will never creep up on me again...

See I done been a player
I done been played
I done went for some of the oldest tricks
from some of the coldest chicks God done ever made

I was in love once...maybe twice...either way I'm not there now...I'd be less than a man if I said that it didn't hurt now...I spent years doing all that I could just be where I am now...so how is it that I can be this honest with myself...how can I stand as a man after suffering the pain of a thousand deaths...scratch that...

To be brokenhearted is worse than death...

To be on the verge of spending eternity with another to spending the down payment on a ring on drinks for you and your brother is a long way to fall...I'd be lying if I said that I didn't miss you then but now you've moved on and I'm asking myself how/in the world did I screw this wonderful thing up completely...

So, I could stand in the mirror and tell myself lies but when you're brokenhearted all you have left is your pride so you have to find the you that lives in the recesses of your mind and rewind time to the place that you knew so well before...or fast forward to the point where your prayers reach higher than the floor and seek something a little stronger than your will...

It wasn't me that forced me to get over you...it was God and the fact that I chose NOT to stand as a man but kneel...

Talkin' bout wo wo wo yea yea yea
They say a man ain't supposed to cry
but I know, know, know
fasho' sho', sho'
that even men go through problems somtime
cry