So, I may be like my mother

"Chemically imbalanced", they say; "oh, brother

Mud-colored crazy bastard, add him to the others"

Statistically, just another

Flying, boating with no rudder

Thinking without a "shut up"

Writing with a "fuck the hush up"

Walking like I gotta "nut up"

Ordered up and knuckled up and drinkin with the brown in cup and blastin all the chopnotlslup and surmisin with the glasses up and puttin in the writing rough and the beats be beatin tough and it make the letters blush and that's how you put the twenty-six on cuff