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It Don't Mean a Thing
It don’t mean a thing When there’s no bling, bling, bling No gold adornment or diamond ring. A brother buying Rolex In clothes starched and well pressed Never notices the sister Selling jewelry to eat. Yet, Praise God for the sons of Adam Made in the image divine Say “bones of my bones, flesh of my flesh” My beloved, I’ll know you are mine I told you I saw Him in long locks Which made Him even more fine A looker with an air about Him I think I’ll give Him some time. Yes, for water I’m searching, sneaking noon day at the well. Yes, dream -married to many wonderfully wed in my head. He said He knew my story men in and out the door. My history speaks of plenty desperate quest for grand amour. Bitter tears and snot I’ve tasted. You have counted every drop? Truth will free the captive. The come and go will stop. My heart was often Overjoyed By a son of Adam’s nod. Falling prostrate on a rug Pleading favor, this one, God. Now, I think back on everything Smile inside myself, cause, It don’t mean a thing. Father, Bless the sons of Adam Some who “know not what they do” Presenting themselves in a fashion thereof To other women when they’re through. We love them for their maleness, blackness, strength and form. Forgiving flaws and shortcomings Help their victims to move on. I tell you in this song I sing All the heartbreak Loss and grief Disappointed dreams and failed belief, Wishes for a wedding ring Joy, honeymoon, bling, bling, bling? I look back on everything. Laugh like Sarai on the sly. Angels, hear me cry, Cause It don’t mean a thing. 7/28/2022
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