First of all, I would like to thank god for the bread and bu*ter,
You taught me at an early age which side of my bread was bu*tered,
On those hungry days and long nights, when grandmother had no bread or bu*ter,
Empty refrigerator and stove, lord knows, we needed that bread and bu*ter,
Behind on rent payments and bills piled over her head,
dreams of steak and eggs,
but instead,
we had bu*ter and bread,
Still I Wonder,
how during hard times, with only Parkay and Wonder,
grandma always found a way to do Wonders,
yellow spread and a slice of bread,
abra cadabra, hocus pocus, wala we were fed, and bred,
Off of bu*tered bread,
So before, the music plays,
To kick me off the stage,
Or tell me I can't stand at the podium any longer,
I want to make sure I give a shout out to bread and bu*ter
Because "What didn't k** me, made me stronger",
Thank You,