A Tale By Quincy

That's it

Looking back now, I didn't know what it was supposed to be

And it's like raising kids, man

If you weren't raised

You don't know how to raise, you know?

I just did the best that I could with them because

They know fucking well I love them

But I didn't do the best I could

I didn't know what the fuck I was doing

I didn't

I will never forget watching my mother

Get put in a straightjacket

And taken out of my home

When I was only seven years old

She was diagnosed with Dementia praecox

And put in a mental institution

Leaving my daddy alone with me and my little brother Lloyd

I latеr had an evil stepmother

Who furthеr cemented the idea

That I didn't need a mother

Growing up without one

Had long lasting influence I didn't fully understand

Until much later in life

It bled into my relationships with family

And those I had became romantically involved with

Whenever I got too close to a woman, I would cut her off

Part of that was vindictive and partially based on fear

But it was also totally subconscious

Looking back is a bitch, isn't it?