N E V E R

Do you think because you
married him, and he didn't marry me,
that you are more woman than me,
because you call him Papi...NEVER!!,
not in this life or the next?
I’m not light skin, not a dirty blonde,
I’m a ghetto to global girl, straight from the Bronx
my hair is thick, and course, they way it belongs
You think because you wave your wand of youth,
you could ever walk in these shoes,
I’ve never seen a girl like you carry nations on her head,
and not miss a step, you’re the stale smell
that comes outta my breath

Never in this life or the next,
like I said,
I had him before
You can have what’s left
Some men can’t carry the title man,
and many can’t deal with a real
women, who can carry him, and herself too,
so you stay with him
‘cause I know the truth
All the money, sex, and lifestyle
could never make you a better woman than me,
I haven’t come this far, to be built on jealousy,
so you can have my leftovers,
yes, the world is big enough
to start all over

Never in this life or the next,
like I said,
I had him before
So you can have what’s left
Some men can’t carry the title man,
and many can’t deal with a real
women, who can carry him, and herself too,
so you stay with him
‘cause I know the truth

Written By: Lynette Grant