More Sand
I ain't got nothing to say no more. All my words been took. Whether it's a good day or bad, I don't have nothing to say.
She left here about 3 months ago. I tried to make her stay. But her, and that load she carry, both gone. She told me how she get it. She told me how that snake done. I told her she wasn't the first girl ever touched. Told her she wasn't gone be the last neither.
That what I sho told her.
That's gone be a pretty baby, I see that with how she grow. She still had a good spirit around her. That made her bout want to cry, look like, when I told her that. I wasn't tryna hurt her or scare her none. I just told what I know. What I done seen.
Like I say, she wasn't da first, she sho nuff to God ain't gone be de last. And that's why I told her to keep on lettin' that light shine off that baby. I told her Don't you never let nobody take yo light from you. I can't lie and tell no woman ain't  no man never gone touch her like that again. How I know that? I ain't none of God. But I told her the truth. That's her light, and she best not never let it go out.
But if I had just a lil mo sense, I probably woulda told her how that man gone get his day. Probably wouldna made too much a difference, but it mighta eased her some. Most High ain't brought you this far, chile, just to leave you where you stand, that's what I shoulda told her, sho nuff.
Since I couldn't say that, don't seem like I need to say nothing else.
