My Thing Is This; If

It Creeps Me Out Sometimes To Think Of The Person I Was. I Was A Terrible Person. I Was Mean To People.

Mother, Are You There? I Love You. I Never Meant To Hit You Over The Head With That Shovel.

I'd Go To, Like, Six Different Schools In One Year. We Were On Welfare, And My Mom Never Ever Worked.

My Rhyming Skills Got You Climbing Hills, I'll Travel Through Your Mind Into Your Spine Like Siren Drills.

My Songs Can Make You Cry, Take You By Surprise At The Same Time, Can Make You Dry Your Eyes With The Same Rhyme