My grandmother said I never should
Play with black boys in my hood
They will kiss you, they will lie
Love you, leave you, make you cry.
But I did, knowing she’d say
“Bad girl, why didn’t you obey?
Your heart is broken, you’re not fine
You my girl will hurt for a long time”
And dear grandfather knew what I did
Ruffled my hair, “that’s life kid
The grass is wet, the sky is grey
We are nearing the month of May.
I looked out at sea, to rough to cross
I felt deeply my great loss
I turned away
Began to pray
Told myself tomorrow is a brand new day