ruined me, snatched away or destroyed every dream I had. But, you ain't gon' laugh about it. No, you don't have to pretend to be sad. You don't even have to pretend to care. But, you not gon' laugh about it. You not gon' slander my name spreading lies about me to cover yo' a**!
I know you can't hep it. You 'splained that. I get that. Sumpin' went wrong. You got yo' wires twisted. Whut's good is bad, and whut's bad is good. I got dat! You made that clear.
No, you don't eva' hafta acknowledge that you is messed up. Don't nobody hafta say nuttin'. Don't nun of yo' no-count relatives hafta say a mumbling word. You know you did it! I know you did it! GAWD know you did it! That's all that matter.
That and ;"YOU gwine tuh hell dawthur!" He told you that enough. He told you that enuf to listen. You ain't nevah list-en. You ain't gon' list-en ni. But if dey one fast loose gal out dere that listen then it's worth it. If dey one dumb man in luv wid a 'ho, it's wurth it.
Naw, you ain't got to say you sorry. But, you sorry alright. Yea, you sho' sorry!
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