NANA'S

Took a trip to the border just to spend the night

Hot cakes beans and rice tears falling from your eyes

Like we frozen in time

I can see the berg on the verge of decline

Hard women got to turn on the lights

We ain't waiting for no turn of the tide

Roof caved in now we on a little ride

Stretch a couple dollars taking food up off the line

I'm putting noodles on the rack I'm walking back from aisle nine

Feel like a runway we looking to the sky

I had the hate but not the why

And now I'm wrinkling with time