Guns 'N' Roses

I didn't think a man could protect me, take care of me, or defend me unless he had a gun in his waist. I didnt think a man could understand my sorrows, anger, or fear of having a crack addicted mother unless he dealt drugs or been around drugs. I was so used to being strong for everyone else that I needed someone stronger than me, and that someone had to be a thug. I wanted the type of thug you only see in street fiction, that Wahida Clark and Nikki Turner only wrote about. The type that ruled the streets, kill a nigga for a nigga by any means type of thug, but only held a soft spot in his heart for me. Of course those are only in hood fairytales, they do not exist. These type of men are not gauranteed to make it back in one piece, are not gauranteed freedom, nor are they gauranteed to have a heart for you.
 I learned throughout my teens and early twenties that you have to be a cold hearted individual to sell drugs to a person. By the grace of God, some individuals hearts warm up and the ice melts away causing them to want to get out. Then you have the greedy ones, they block out the fact they are hurting people and embrace the money, cash, clothes. And that's where we come in, we love the fact of being spoiled with materials, great sex, and finally having a man to take care of us, financially, emotionally., and sexually. We forget about the risk of getting taken out if and when our man encounters an jealous enemy he wants off his turf.
  We forget about the fact that we put our freedom at risk from being an accessory to his crimes just by taking his money and going on endless shopping sprees.
 And then we have the forever faithful ride or die wifey, she will do anything by any means necessary to protect her man, and stay by his side no matter what the cost. She loves this man so much, she will risk twenty to life on transporting charges, by driving his bricks up and down the east coast on the ever so famous I-95 to bring the bread home to daddy. She will risk a life sentence to take down her love's archenemy and do anything he asks of her, including take the wrap for his mess, and do his cold hard time.
 Love is stronger than pride, but sometimes we have to fight love for pride. We know deep in our hearts when a man really truly cares for us and love us. But because we are so deep in love with him, we fight the red flags, the bad signs, and blind ourselves from the truth.