Don't Put Your Future in a Fools Pants

"A hood rat will put her future in a fools pant until she realizes you can't buy furniture with food stamps"

Not defending dead beat, behind on child support, in and out of jail, unemployed, womanizing dependent males who plant seeds in women and refuse to raise them, but if you're a single female parent when do you place some blame on yourself?

This is like the 21st century, I'm not expecting you to know a man's life story before you lay down with him. Too many naive women treat their vagina like an general admission arena, instead of a selective entry lounge. Women need to learn that you should have high standards for the men you lay down with because if someone has bad habits now it's very unlikely you can altar them within 9 months.

Think to yourself; if us going out depends on a 2 for 1 coupon, what will life be like when a Huggies coupon doesn't come in Targets Sunday ad? Keep in mind that that whole "Wait till I Get My Money Right," excuse won't help when that Wic runs its course, the power/gas bill and rent is past due, the government has cut your medicaid and you can't sell any food stamps for .50 cents on the dollar to your FaceBook friend Margaret. Keep in mind that the "hood favorite" rap song that Brayshaun aka B-Money recorded in his mother's basement that's only heard in his neighborhood isn't going to take care of your child, I'm not saying turn into a gold digger, but understand the difference between a comfortable broke man, and someone who has and is keeping his shit together (no toilet paper).

Maybe it's just a "real negro," or maybe just me and the people I know, but I will never mess with a woman who doesn't know how to take care of herself and doesn't show history of being committed to something other than getting to the club before 10:30 so she can receive free admission. Women remember just because a man can afford something, doesn't mean he can afford the lifestyle that said item is associated with. It's easier to look rich, but impossible to fake wealth.

Don't be that woman after 3 kids by three different men, 45 pounds heavier, and a bunch of broken dreams later sitting at the bar drinking Seagrams gin looking down at your titty tattoo crying over what your life has become.

S/N shout out to all the woman who are single parents, but do that shit well. You are respected and excluded.