I woke up this morning and 
wondered just how long?
How many more years do I wait 
to hear my version of the Wedding March song.
Through trials and tribulations 
You can’t say I ain’t had your back.
Supported you through good times and bad,
When you feel short always picked up the slack.

Now I don’t mean to brag but,
there’s go to be a shortage of women like ME.
Fine, dark mocha chocolate, sharp at the tongue, 
AND behind me a 4-year degree.
I can strut anywhere I please 
and feel all eyes on me.
Giving advice to Women on my life while
Men wonder with whom I’ll choose to be.

I know I’m not the first to tell you 
You “sho a lucky ass” man,
So I’m still wondering what the HELL is wrong,
Cuz all I see is my class ring on my hand.

19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25
Niggah, I’ve spent half my twenties LOVING YOU
but how long do you expect this love to strive?
No whispers of future plans, 
but only what you think are good excuses of
Why you are not yet a MARRIED man.

Now I’m tired of pleading my case.
Your time has come to choose this or that.
I want to hear those four little words from you 
OR all your stuff is out including your stank-ass Philly’s hat.