• Don't I have the right to cry?
    You always asking me why.
    You're blinding on how I feel,
    when I see you, her and ya'll thrill.
    You're never happy with just me,
    You're youngest daughter,
    You happy with someone else,
    a nuisance, a bother.
    The same thing happened with you're sister-in-law,
    But the situation is happing here,
    yet, you're blinded by it all,
    I pray that God will open your eyes so that you can see,
    That you're pushing me.
    Don't I have the right to cry?
    For I just don't understand why,
    why do you care about her,
    More than you do your own family?