8 days in a week

this is what goes in my life
half the time ill be trying to digest what happen last night
find myself in the middle of the day forgetting what day it is
next day ill be trying to plot on how to save the kids
or get half you deaf motherfuckers to hear or listen
that'll do me justice
speaking of justice I thought about that exactly 4 nights ago
and the day before how to save the poor
by Saturday I think Im slept in trying to catch up to dreams
shit I think I overslept that one day
Oh, Sunday never spent at church just days spent
staring at a wall or figuring out how to wife oh girl
I wonder if the world know its actually 8 days in a week
thats just this poem so to speak..