Days, Weeks and Moths

I haven't got the time to worry

Ain't got the time to cry

You've got to keep on fighting, baby

Until they lay me down to die

My mama told, oh

So long ago

Don't let no body fuck you over

Don't let no body lay you low

I ain't got no time to worry

Just got no time to cry

See I do have this child here

We have to feed, and I

And maybe now we'll think it over

We can see what we'll see

About it, don't you give up, oh-ooh

What must be must be