Lyrics What A Day - Kemba

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 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