After all the things I did for you, you continuously leave me for dead.
I was with you when you didnâ??t have nothing, and each other was all we had.
I canâ??t believe I was stupid to forgive you and ever come back.
I told myself that I was never coming back and I knew this for a fact.
You pulled me back with your sweet words, sincere face and sparkling brown eyes.
You made me believe you were being honest but, their was no surprise.
You would spent a lot of time with me and shower me with lavish gifts.
Then I would start to find numbers and wonder when, why, and what ifs.
I pushed it off as just being paranoid until I called you and in the background, I heard a femaleâ??s voice.
I knew this would happen and my sister told me but it was still all my choice.
You told me that was your cousin, and I believed you as I always do and will.
Your so called cousin confronted me about you being my man and tried to beat my *ss.
She didnâ??t see my fists coming because I was too fast.
With all the hurt, pain, and rage inside of me , I beat her unmercifully until the cops took me away.
I thought for sure that the charges would be dropped and I would be out the next day.
I didnâ??t think about the nasty ass redneck cracker I had for a judge.
I didnâ??t know were that rage came from or exactly how bad her injuries was.
Six months was the time that I was to give to the government for my crime.
I called my man all day but, he refused my calls, all nine times.
One time he did answer and he yelled â??Again, boo I left you for dead!â??
I thought you wouldnâ??t do that again because you told me I was all you had.
I thank god for the wake-up because I got nothing but, strong.
After I was released, I realized all the hurt you caused me and that you was wrong.
I rode by my old house and saw you with your new wife and kids.
I smiled because I know she canâ??t measure up to me and all the stuff I did.
I decided to let the street handle you and let you be.
After all, another *igga will always want me.
After a year later your wife was killed during a drive by for taking a bullet for you.
Not a long time later, your Columbian connection got to you too.
My so called faithful husband and best friend both dead.
Instead of going to one funeral, my unfaithful husband, I have to attend to my best friend instead.
