When I was just a little baby boy my momma used to tell me these crazy things.
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man, she used to tell me he hated me.
But then I got a little bit older and realized that she was the crazy one.
And there was nothing I could do to change her cause that's the way she was.
My sister was just the same, she didn't care about anything, she loved our father.
She turned to my mother for support.
But she doesn't know that a woman can't raise a man.
Me, I might have a screw or two loose, but that won't stop me from speaking my mind.