looking out the window I didn't see this time coming sick and tired of mourning but there's no cure for that unless people stop dying some storms don't come with warning it happens overnight and hits in the morning I got some good stuff in a cup it won't last long to be enough to fill me up but it will get me pass things hard to cross lost a job still a boss the grandchild ask me for a phone that cost a thousand dollars makes me wanna holler "have you lost your rabbit a** mind "do you think I lost mine" all I wanted was a black leather jacket and a boom box but was grateful to get underwear and socks these children's do little and want a lot disrespectful and talk back I got a cure for that it's called a baseball bat OG ain't having that I'll do time for knocking the teeth out of one of mine send em back to the ancestors swiftly and with the quickness "God is my witness" I'm over it"