i was working my rhymes one day when i'd find
my mom was looking at me
she told me several times that she'd really like to find
me stopping this shit called 'parody'
deemed me much too worthy to be guttin' songs and fussin'
bout different rhymes replacing words
"drat," said i, "songs are...ooh...like daughters"
she said immature, foul words...how 'bsurd

"your songs are scams when you're not paid"
so why am i at a second-wind?
"your scams don't get you paid"
mom, if money poured, would you give fair praise for?
"crap when you're not paid"
and she's my mother

billed as "of love," yeah, she had the nerve to ask me
if i plan to ever get a job
so, emmmn, i...
said, "could you ever back all my writes,"
and, uh, she said, "i'd try...wow, but, oh they're so damned horrid!"
i said, "now, know i'll create f'rever til i'm gone"
"but, son," she said, "don't sound like you're pissed!"
she said i'm too bright, but like rush l, when i'm dissing, i spew "hatred"
get a grip!

and you're a scam when you're not paid"
so why am i at a second-wind?
"your scams don't get you paid"
mom, if money poured, would you give fair praise for?
"scams when you're not paid"
and she's my mother

blame's now years old, since i hit the car's hood
when the forces 'bove replayed my cards
mother browned out with her crying screams
and she teared like a movie star
listen, they prayed for my life to be saved yah,
but i tell ya, if i had the chance to do it all again, oh,
i wouldn't change a stroke, cuz baby i'm worth most
with my world you'd find is near brain-dead

past help and unpaid
the kind you find in expensive psyche wards
past help and unpaid,
lawsuit money poured, and i'd work not once more
past help and unpaid,
you think i...you think i...you think i suffer?
no, no, no...no, no, no!

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