Ain't nobody messin' with you but you
In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.
There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. The time has come to weigh those things, this space is getting hot.
But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart
It's better to wear seaweed socks than stick a melon in your brother's ear.
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait