(I might as well quit.)

I had this strong aunt

Who would never give up her point

Quitting wasn't apart of her heart

Everyday of breath was a new start

She was as tough as they come

And then some

I watched her loose her legs from sugar diabetes disease

Still nothing could knock her to her knees

She finally lost her eyesight

She still kept her might

Then her internal organs went bad

All it did was seem to make her mad

Finally after years of surviving in this state

She met God at his gate

You folks see why I can't even put the word "quit," in my vocabulary. Neither will I listen about it from you. If you still got your limbs, your eyes, your health, don't never quit, go down with the sh-t.