Quincy's March

My son sits on my shoulder

My greed dies content, my whole life starts over

There's vomit on my favourite shirt, dribbling like he's Iverson

My magnum opus, a brown cardigan with his matching loafers

I’ve been watching life form in the petri dish, this must be how Prometheus felt

Shit, all of this shit don't seem so meaningless now

My ego drowns in empathy, the dream i had back in my teens

Finally now RIP and the YGB goes on

I spark it with the torch then i pass it

Push my king in his chariot on a Sunday at the market

Me and my shell toes walk proud down Avondale Road like it's Melrose

The first time in 10 years that I've felt home

I found hope in the mundane

I fell deep in the well known

That train clack in the background like Coltrane on the alto

From Friday in a k-hole to Saturday at K-Mart

Old days in a haze, my heydays in the hay barn

I lay under the radar in the backyard

@peace now at last

Maybe all of this happiness shit ain't as hard as I act

Can't really complain about nada

Holy mother marijuana

This kind of craziness make an atheist start to think about karma

Start to see the chink in my armour

Start to see myself in my father

Start to free the hate that i harbour for him

Appreciating my mother more

His laughter like a sonata

Composed by Charlie Parker

Made in May you make a Monday like summer time in Sumatra

Kind of divine I can't define. too hard to find the right word to write

To rhyme it like I'd like, kinda like my life started over that night the light of my day

Can't describe the type of cliche i feel

I'm way too high to contain it. ain't no point in trying to explain it

Thank you for the life that you gave me Quincy. RIGHT ON

I never felt like this, shit never smelt like this

Crashed on the couch out for the count, down right out right bliss

Anybody had'a ever told me life would turn out like this

I would just thought that you were a shit-talking, self-righteous alchemist

I was stuck up in my selfish learned helplessness

Proud to never amount to shit, i was about to just give up on making this album

I was in Melbourne down and out of it

That drought almost drowned my gift, then I found my fix

Changed me while i changed you, gave me what i gave you

We were broke, we made do, then you made your debut

Made me think that i been created only just to create you

That made me want to really make use of my time, time to take two steps back

And check back into the real world and accept that

Music is not life, but at best, it reflects that

And really my biggest success as a man isn't my best track

Now let that sink in and see that it’ll never get better than just that

Give a shit about being the best rapper, i only wanna be the best dad

Never gonna be the next Zappa, don't expect no respect back

And i'll never let my regrets hang over your head, you can bet that

Ever we get strapped then i'll get cash, if i gotta build a fucking meth lab. then so be it

I was made by dope dealers, didn't mean that weren't dope leaders

And even though they were both cheaters, my mother never kept no secrets

And pops never kept no leashes on me like no polices

And no teachers could tell that little 5 year old genius shit

I had to step in it myself, i had to figure it out alone

To really know how it felt, and after all the shit i smelt

I still don't really know shit, I'm still only a grown kid

Just hoping that i don't make the same mistakes that my folks did

Be bogus if i told you that i knew what an adult is

Cause really i was crying like a baby when i wrote this

I was holding onto my nana's hand watching her eyes closing

Same time that i watched yours open and the world just kept revolving

So march on Quincy