I called her ***** once
When she wouldn't buy my love with toys
The youthful signs of avarice
For hollow, plastic joys
And I wished a void space
In her womb for keeping me away
From my material desires
Her greed upon the pay
For she was my keeper
And with her I was kept
Away from all the joy of youth
From drink and drugs and all that
So now I'm old and spiteful
That she never let me stray
Too far from the path I know
Has saved me for this day
At five I was a monster
At ten a genius with a mouth
And sixteen saw us fighting
With our friendship going South
But eighteen things got brighter
And twenty now I see
That the ***** never meant to hurt me
It was just her way of raising me.
I'm happy and kind
My creative mind
My music, I owe to you;
For telling a spoilt brat
Like me what he
Could and Could not do.