HungUp

didn't go home for Thanks Giving
didn't make it for Christmas
won't be there for New Years
just tired of crying, old tears
too busy serving, waiting on peers
like a torrent, mending pieces of
life so torn, the world don't owe me
I want God to show me
only cults keep things hidden
don't preach, so tired of listenin
too dirty to get a shout out
came to talk, not bridle my tongue
so cue the beat, let me speak
my mind in time, like my aunt Viv
who died from a Afib, she told me
not to lie nor fib, she said tell the
truth even if they strap you down
and give you the juice, in order to
break free and live, sometimes it's
better to remain a fugitive
master your craft, pull a rabbit out
your hat make 'em laugh like
standup comic relief, set a trap
catch a thief in the act, by the toe
if you can tickle the feet, make 'em
pee humiliate the beast, break the glass
kut the kee make sure it fits the loc
rub the stones, kiss the rock
cover the face of the clock
seeeeeeeeeee...time no more