I warned you!

Don’t tell me skies the limit, when there’s foot prints on the moon.

Tell me I’m worth it, because without me you’ll lose.

You think she’ll hold you down, you got the game confused.

Now you calling me none-stop I don’t want to be rude

But I told you so!                                                          

(Pause)

I gave you time to think about it, but you wanted that hoe.

As a woman I know how the game already goes.

Every time we saw her wearing her trashy clothes.

A lady is not what she’s wearing, but it’s what she knows.

It was like poker I had no choice, I had to fold.

No matter how much I warned you, she had you sold.

Leaving the house for a dollar, when your home was Gold.

Even though I got love for you, I don’t want you anymore.

Now you calling me none-stop but I told you so.

The pain of being hurt will clearly show.

So #ExcuseMyAttitude in this poem as it flows.

As I reflect on a womans power of “I told you so”.

-ICanSeeNow