Lemon Lame

Shit ain’t sweet  
But I’ll never admit defeat  
Even if it’s neatly folded
Placed at my feet  
Because when life gives me lemons  
I throw ‘em in a blender with ice  
I like my problems frozen  
The glass I’m holding  
Always seems half full  
My cup used to runneth over  
Until I took a sip and realized my gifts  
Were too precious  
To waste and throw away  
Matter fact get some tequila  
Mix it in and take shots to the face  
Make sure you garnish my shit with the lime  
Every time  
I think about giving up  
 I remember the reason I live it up  
Life gave my cousin a ton of lemons  
About 5-60 to be exact  
Time that he’ll never be given back  
All the letters he sending  
Take me back  
To when we were children  
You know when things were simple  
As a ice cold glass of lemonade  
Now look at what a mess life has made  
You would swear we chopping onions instead of lemons  
Cause now we both in our feelings  
And if I could, I’d take a fraction of the time you’ve been given  
Just to see you home sooner than later  
It’s free you till I see you  
Ask the judge to do me that favor
If not I’ll just plan a caper  
Because lately all the lemons I been getting starting to throw off the flavor