Not You

He wasn’t you
Tattooed, accented, and hung
Dark Skinned, had me sweatin’ with the swagger he brung

He wasn’t you
Claiming religion
Quoting the Honorable while sippin’ Crown
For the black cause claimin’ to be down

He wasn’t you
Throwin that change around
Whippin his ride to the curb
Pressin the horn while
Pullin on a little herb

He damn sure wasn’t you

Calling me mama and boo
Those niggas ain’t you
Don’t sweat it just forget it
cuz I know what you do
and none of those wannabes out there can duplicate
the wonderful, extraordinary, irreplaceable you.

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