Famine Or Feast

Sitting on the front porch with my sweet Marilade

Working out expenses no honest man can pay

One is from the landlord; the bank done

Sent me two

As for me, I know down deep what I got to do

Famine or feast, I'm on my knees

Looking for the answers to things I can't see

Times of jubilation waiting for release

Time we all pray to the Lord--famine or feast

Things have happened lately; car is in the shop

Riding on the cross-town; almost at the stop

Staring out the window into the night outside

I have to tell you honest, I sat right

There and cried

You may say, time to

Pray is every now