Lyrics High Post Brotha - Jill Scott

Everybody wants the hero who just wants the man?
Who fights with his devils and does the best he can
Everybody wants a playaI just wanna be friends
Everybody wants a superstar who got cars and ice walks into the ghetto get pussy bar makes all the girls look think twice Yeah sista he got money and thangs but is he nice for you
He′s a High Post BrothaWith money in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want
Think maybe he don't
High Post Brotha with money in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want
I think maybe he don′t
Some sistas want a baller but mentally can he really play
Balldumbfounded by out the ghetto conversation mentality's oh so so small get the cream get the hoes get the car she wants to go far
But how far is too far
Come here love (chickka) lovelet me holla at you cause what you gotis worth more than a dollar or two soil another nigga's gameusually I wouldn′t do but you my girl and I can tell that its bothering you this motherahh must think that he a father to you you got vision but boys blockin the view know he payin yo tuition payin to get the car fixin
He got Juice or is he Pulp Fiction Heard he be strip clubsFlippin duhs like he got big buhsis it his imageor him that you in love withyou on some sht but you was never superficial (I ain′t superficial) When rent's due is trip what a chick do
You don′t like his mind the way he looksand you said that his breath stinks but all of that added updoesn't equal a fresh minkLet′s think who you are you the