This is dedicated to all the women out there that are dating men who got excuses after excuses pretending that what you guys got is something exclusive. This is for the all women out there that are in love with some dead weight living a double life. I’m devoting this to all the women that have reached their breaking point. I can’t forget about my niggas that found he was in love with another basic bitch with basic hoodrat tendencies. This is addressed to whoever gave their heart to someone else despite their fears just to find it been thrown back at you not in a tactful condition. If you’re feeling what I’m saying then this anthem is for you.
Its time for a turning point in your life that may or may not include your significant other; it just depends on how much your spouse is willing to invest in your happiness. I’ve been a victim of doormat syndrome and if you agree with the following statements most likely you are too. If you’re not happy with your current relationship and it seems as if your “betterhalf” is fine with the way things are going chances are you’re his/her doormat. The many benefits of a doormat is that they keep your feet clean when they get dirty and they even serve the as a purpose for decoration. However, when it’s time to clean that doormat most people don’t take theirs to the cleaners like the instructions usually says. Instead they hang their piece of carpet over a clothing line and beat it clean with a bat. If this sounds like your current relationship I’m sorry to inform you but you’re a doormat.
In this situation, I found one of the most relieving ways to get over this syndrome is to throw both middle fingers up in the air and scream “FUCK THIS SHIT” like you want the neighbors to call the police. I’m not telling you to become a man/woman hater, I’m just saying it’s time to wake up and get a back bone cause last time I checked doormats didn’t have one. In addition, nine times out of ten you can’t grow in any direction with your oppressor right on top of you. You have to break free from whatever is causing your growth and/or happiness to become stagnant. In other words, if you’re not growing you’re dying. I know one of the hardest things to realize is the very thing you’re in love with is the source of your pain. Even Mary J. Blige said it herself pain and niggas are the same. I don’t agree with the statement but the reasoning behind what she is saying is very true. Sometimes in order to get better you got to relieve yourself from the situation. Like they always say: No Niggas No Problem, No Bitches No Drama!!!