Days, Weeks and Moths

I haven't got the time to worry

Hmmm, ain't got the time to cry

We gots to keep on fighting, baby

Until you lay me down to die

My mama told me so long ago

Don't let nobody fuck you over

Don't let nobody lay you low

I ain't got no time to worry

Just got no time to cry

See, I do have this child here, uh

We have to feed, and I

I may break now to think it over

To see what you see

But it's what you keep up with

What must be, must be