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TARNISHED GOLD . . .
TARNISHED GOLD . . .
Low and behold, by the time she had control, all I became was a melting pot full of tarnished gold.
Mama used to tell me, don't ever sell your soul, to the Devil, to an idle, or a woman don't you know. A hard head makes a soft ass. You might write a check that your ass can't cash.
I met a woman in a dark sedutive club. Needless to say, my ass fell deeply in love. A couple of years down the road, like my crazy man Hitler, she tried to take control. Telling me not to stay out late. While at the dungeon watching the children, she's creeping like a snake.I'd say, "Girl you need to back up off me." She'd lower her voice and speak real softly. Telling a brother all the things he need to hear. Like Charlotte, she had me caught up in her web.
From New York, she had the flyest of clothes. Sheers and see through things, wide open was my nose. For this woman, I used to cook and clean, buy special gifts, like trips and lavish things. For me, I would ask of the same, but for me she rather play out in the rain.
On lookers would tell me, "You're not catching on. You're acting like you were born yesterday gone." Then, my friends, on the street when we would meet. I'd get a slap in the face. I'd turn the other cheek. Man! She used to argue, she used to fuss, she used to flip. My mind would get all twisted. Then I'd say," Get a grip! Get a grip!"
It wouldn't stop! It just kept getting worse. Like a camel in the Sahara, she wasdying of trirst. For the club, for the scene, for attention from the men. You know what I mean. So man, I decided to write her a letter. In hope that the situation would get a little better. Nooo, it just kept right up. Tearing up pictures of memories. Man! I got fed up. So I decided to leave. Like Pop-Eye, I rolled up my sleeves. I've taken all I can stand! I can't stand no more! Packed up my clothes and headed for the door. I'm not looking back. You won't see me no more. Now, I reside on the Dirty South shores.
Low and behold by the time she had control all I became was a melting pot full of tarnished gold.