He Gat Game

What the heck is up with guys and their 'game'?
I am just sick of it. They say they'll call you, you exchange numbers , he was respectful and polite, so why am I getting approached by some rowdy chick through texts and a phone call askin who I tryin to reach and when I ask him he act da fool. 'I dunno....', 'You sure das my number.......' 'I don't recall that' boi,PLEASE...
Just be for real. Don't run the girl around in circles, don't spill out lines and fake words. Suck it up! Be a man. If you ain't gon call don't say you will. It is a waste of time and effort. My truth and faith towards guys is leaning on nill and I've heard of other experiences that females have had that have simply turned them off. Man , screw it! you can't have your cake and eat it too. Dis ain no ghost move, get from behind da bushes and face up.
Aww,and dat 'friends' s***, is the worse. Dude, if you ain into just hanging out with the girl, having a good conversation and relaxin then don't front. This whole mixed signals thing is garbage. Open and friendly one day ,distant and defensive the next. Who you tryin to fool?
Ladies, you've got yours too. 'I gat a man' . Girl, you just usin that line to feel good about yourself and make them think you're taken so they'd want you more or to not be bothered but flirt and mess around anyway. You ain gat a man, you gat an excuse. An excuse to do s***. Ever hear a faithful chick give a guy a lecture on y she can't cheat on her man? No, cuz it don't happen. She just don't do it , she ain gatta talk about it. If she busy givin you a list of the whys and can't then she's already considered it to some point and she don't care.

Be real, stop the s*** and grow up, damn.

Talk to me ppl, I wanna hear from you.

Who knew?

Who knew I could be so angry?
At all the things that would hinder me,
The people who brought destruction to me,
Persons who had no faith in me and
At a broken childhood, leading to a disruptive past.

Who knew I'd feel so lonely yet full of rage?
At everything I can't change,
The mistakes I cannot repair,
The family members outside my grasp,
The hurdles I can overcome periodically, but not always.

Who knew I'd want another life?
If I had a choice I'd change all that held me back.
Confront the people who broke me down,
And cut off any person or anything that I learnt later had the worst of intentions for me.

My years and life would be arranged in such a way,
That no false witness, bad word or thought would harm me.
I'd be a rock: strong, stable and silent.
I wouldn't feel as I do now: exposed, vulnerable,defensive...... angry.