you know how it be when you start living large, i control my own life,

Charles was never in charge, no sitcom could teach me, about the dram,

or even explain the troubles that haunted my mom. on Christmas time

my moms Christmas grind got most of what i wanted how’d you do it mom?

huh, she copped the toys i would play with in my room by myself

why she by herself, she got 2 older brothers 1 hood 1 good,

an independent older sister kept me fly when she could,

but they all didn’t see the little bit of sadness in me.

I super paranoid like a sixth sense, since my father died I ain’t been right since,

and I tried to piece the puzzle of the universe, split an eighth of shrooms

just so I can see the universe, I try to think about myself as a sacrifice,

just to show the kids they ain’t the only ones who up at night,

the moon will illuminate my room and soon i’m consumed by my doom.