The Takeover

I have lost my fan base. I need to rebuild. Men are too scared to get at me now.

One crazy man coming into my life without my permission has taken over. I met him at the fleamarket. He was grilled up, 20 golds, 50 tattoos and long braids. I saw him peeping me as I got my nails and feet done.

He walked up to me and said, "Do you like what you see?"

I didn't respond. Because he wasn't no looker. I wasn't looking for nobody at the time. After he kept talking and talking I just gave him my number.

The first day we hung out we were chillin. He was just laid back, telling me bout his life and how he wanted it to be. Day 2, he flipped the script.

He didn't ask me to be his girlfriend. He just told me I was.

This nigga done confiscated my phone. Changed my voice message without me knowing. My girl Tee called me last night at 3 in the morning telling me that some nigga on my answering machine talking bout, "Holla Back."

She was scared for my life because she know I ain't with that.

More crazy tales to come soon.

Happy Holidays!