What A Day - Kemba

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 was 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

What a day, what a day

What a day, what a day

What a day, what a day

What a day, what a day