Wicked where the fuck would I be without my digi used to have my momma trunk stuffed full of midgets used to have her door swinging like Ken Griffey momma never home momma got to make a living momma made miracles every Thanksgiving but we was just kids back then so we ain't get it and not having much had a **** in his feelings momma did her best but it was mission impossible daddy wasn't present so to speak **** adopted us momma we just trying to put some commas in your pocketbook and granddaddy accidentally taught us how to rock it up we was born losers and we already lost enough not even eighteen with more arms than a octopus sacking up the onions not a tear **** sad for what momma said she bout to lose the house so we ain't have a choice yeah **** wicked all the paper on the planet couldn't fix it I watch my brother died got a **** heart twisted I watched his liver fail followed by his kidneys the doctors couldn't save him and neither could I in the blink of an eye it's too late to say goodbye life's short as shit and we don't get a rewind I can't get it out my mind no matter how hard I'm trying all I could do is grieve all I can do is cry I can't seem to bury this shit deep enough inside I can't seem to let go of this shit a **** tired everything they prescribed for the pain done expired damn wicked my uncle Big Red told me I was gifted told me I got to be prepared to go the distance and don't let the holding strap me on the road to riches and family over everything at least to an extent it ain't quite what he said but I know that's what he meant now it's all about we like a **** learning French they cut me out my momma's stomach I been on it ever since yeah wicked where the fuck would I be without my children used to have my momma trunk stuffed full of midgets used to have her door swinging like king Griffi momma never home momma got to make a living momma made miracles every Thanksgiving but we was just kids back then so we ain't get it and not having much had a **** in his feelings long live Pif