What A Day

My family's on some other shit
My grandma and my mother split
There's people choosing sides
My cousin and my mom don't talk
My brother and my aunt don't talk
Not in each other's lives
The kids are growing up so fast
Inheriting their parents' past
Their grudges and their gripes
Let's get down to the middle of it
Cause I'm caught in the middle of it
But every time I try
They say

I don't have no time for this shit
I don't have no time
I don't have no time for this shit
I don't have no time

You're fighting over corny shit
Before I was even born and shit
Let's get to the important shit
I don't have no time for this shit
I don't have no time
My poppa having kids again
It made me reminisce again
Why all that love is lost
He's raising 'em as his again
Is there something that I did again?
Oh, now you wanna talk
So now I'm facing fears again
'Cause you done wasted years again
Guess I should be the bigger man
Decided to forgive again
And you just disappeared again
So now I'm wasting tears again

I don't have no time for this shit
I don't have no time
I don't have no time for this shit
I don't have no time

Yeah, what a day, what a day, what a day, what a day
What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day

I know I'm gon' die kicking,
screaming, and bleeding, hooting and hollering
News cameras following spreading rumors truthful and counterfeit
Family watching, panicking, planning my options
Candlelit vigil, or start this diligent medical process
Mama don't spend it I whispered spending my last tickle of oxygen
Speaking these politics I was due for some consequence
Proven innocent though I'm in it like mucus in sinuses
Due to proxy I'm probably getting viewed as the opposite
I had all this platinum and gold for you
All these accolades and goals for you
All this focus on your needs, money, shelter, god, and greed
All this shit that I achieved
Overdosed on hopes and dreams
I would sail the seven seas
Just to pick up a flower pot with a rose for you
Never thought that you would leave
But I guess this joke's on me
You ain't even see the bearings of my fruit
I spent all my time at work instead of spending time with you
Singing

I don't have no time for this shit
I don't have no time
I don't have no time for this shit
I don't have no time

Damn

Yeah, what a day, what a day, what a day, what a day
What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day



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Writer(s): Ivan Jackson Rosenberg, Matthew Jefferson, Frank Drake
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