I Am Tending My Own

[Verse]
I’m tending my own for a minute or two
Where is the father and what does he do?
Right a shack was phone and a prize
But now I’m tending my own for a while

[Outro]
Through this building surges current
You can laugh to yourself all day long
Da-da-da-da-dandy
Meanwhile, I can count 1, 2, 3 people in this room
That are drowning because of your dungheap
That you believe is a treasure trove
I make the determin-a-nation-
*laughter*