A Tale By Quincy

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

And, 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 thing 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 straight jacket

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 later had an evil stepmother

Who further cemented the idea that I didn't need a mother

Growing up without one

Had long lasting impressions I didn't fully understand until much later in life

It bled into my relationships with family

And those I had become 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, innit?