I Feel Like A Spoilt Rapper. I

Since Age Twelve, I've Felt Like I'm Someone Else,'cause I Hung My Original Self From The Top Bunk With A Belt.

If You Could Count The Skeletons In My Closet, Under My Bed And Up Under My Faucet, Then You Would Know I've Completely Lost It. Is He Nuts? No He's Insane!

I Don't Even Know How To Speak Up For Myself, Because I Don't Really Have A Father Who Would Give Me The Confidence Or Advice.

Mother, Are You There? I Love You. I Never Meant To Hit You Over The Head With That Shovel.

I'm Not Really Book-smart.