You don't know Dolla
Bill?...I'm sure you've seen him around. I wish these men knew rockin’ that Coogi from head to toe doesn’t look as fresh when you can’t rip
the tags off. Because how the hell are you going to exchange it for next weekend's outfit? Or that
Charger you’re pushing from the “Buy Here, Pay Here” lot would be much more
attractive if 75% of the black men in Cincinnati (with a license) weren’t
driving the same thing. Oh hey Dolla, yes Dolla Bill, whose name is your phone
in? Your Moms? Oh it’s Cricket, right.
While we are on the subject of Dollar Bill, how many (dollars) do you have on
you right now? None, right.
When did a
black man think that appearing to be something he currently isn’t was the way
to a woman’s heart..err…vagina? If you walk around pretending like you just had
filet mignon for dinner I’m going to be pissed when we pull up to 5 Guys for a
date. Actually who am I kidding more like Burger King. I’m going to have to put this one
on upbringing too. Someone, somewhere told these men that looking good on the
outside, is all that matters. Paying your light bill comes second to the new
Jordans or giving your baby momma(s) money to help support your kids. As long
as the shoes match the shirt that matches the hat...you are really going somewhere. Riiight. Listen I like a nice dresser as much as anyone else, just not at the expense of let's say your rent. I had an ex who would rather go and drop $200 on an outfit and got to Rent A Center for furniture, umm can we say priories?? That gets me on a whole new rant...one for another time. All I'm saying is all that's shiny isn't gold...even from Dolla Bill.
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