Days, Weeks and Moths

I haven't got the time to mourning 
 Hmmm, ain't got the time to cry. 
 We got to keep our fortune, baby 
 Until you let me down to die! 
 Mark my .. so long ago 
 Don't let nobody fuck you over, 
 Don't let nobody lay you low. 

 I haven't got the time to mourning 
 Just got no time to cry. 
 See, I do have this child here, uh 
 Enough to be ... 
 And it ain't none to think it over 
 To see what you see 
 But...you keep up with 
 What must be, must be!