Let us pray.

Lord, giveth me the strength

To endure thee dating game.

Since you created Adam and Eve,

It hasn’t been the same.

Instead of biting an apple,

We’re losing our mind over some cherry.

I SWEAR I’m a pretty open guy,

I’ll even date Mariah Carey!

But women pass me over

Like I’m Susan Lucci’s second cousin.

Dating’s like an Easter Egg hunt

Yet nobody supplied the dozen.

I can’t believe I get ignored

Because of the clothes I wear.

Despite the fact I rhyme like Nas

And move like Fred Astaire.

But if I wasn’t ish but wore a BAPE hoody

Then she’d think I was cool.

Keep chasing that joke boo

And you’ll end up the April fool.

Keep checking for homeboy who

Picks you up in that Mercedes.

Watch him get it repo’d

I’ll buy it cheaper, then it’ll be MY Mercedes.

Lord, are they CRAZY?

Don’t they see the treasure before them?

I’ll rub their feet, cook their dinner

And play them a sonata before ten!

Maybe they don’t like me

Because I’m not poison to their heart like Phen Phen,

Run up their blood pressure and credit

So let me begin again.

Lord open their eyes wide

Enough for your angels on earth to see.

The infinite awesomeness

That is the infamous Justin G.

Because if they aren’t riding with me now

While I try to get this money.

They’re gonna miss out on the real thing

And end up looking like a gold digging dummy.

Desireable by my name,

And let your will take place.

Just bless me with a woman

With wisdom and grace.

I will treasure that gift

Until the end of time

But until then I’m gonna search for her

While reciting this rhyme.



Amen.

Lord

Send him that queen that he truly deserves

one that he can pamper

that won't work his nerves

allow her to look past all the trendy fashion and gear

to recognize the diamond shining in the coal that appears

Send him a woman with a mind of her own

combined with wisdom, style, and pizazz

and it won't hurt if she has a nice sized a$$

A woman whos sex appeal is not defined by what she wears

but the sensuality in her words and the depth of her stare

Bring to his castle a Queen that is pleasant

and rid his kingdom of gold diggin' peasants

Give him the carress and the touch that he deserves so

give him that sweet whisper in his ear

as soft as the breeze blows

present him with a special jewel

priceless as the pearl in the bottom of the sea

If I wasn't getting married this year...

you could have sent him me.

Honestly