Days, Weeks and Moths

I haven't got the time to worry, ain't got the time to cry

Got to keep on fighting baby till they lay me down to die

My momma told me, oh, 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 the time to cry

See I do have this child here, we have to feed I and I

I may break now to think it over, see what we'll see

About [?] what must be must be