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My father…was a Jesus…and a fiend.
And one night, one night he dies for my sins, crazier than usual. Mommy watches Zeitgeist to defend herself. He doesn’t like this. Not. One. Bit.
My father…was a gamblin’ man…and a fiend.
And one night, one night he goes of craazziier than usual, way down in New Orleans. Mommy sews my new blue jeans to defend herself. He doesn’t like this. Not. One. Bit.
My father…was a dark type…and a fiend.
And one night, one night he goes of craazziier than usual, putting himself in defense mode. Mommy uses her trap card. He doesn’t like this. Not. One. Bit.
My father…was an American Economy…and a fiend.
And one night, one night he goes of craazziier than usual, crumbling. Mommy moves to Europe to defend herself. He doesn’t like this. Not. One. Bit.
My father…was a Fresh Prince…and a fiend.
And one night, one night he goes of craazziier than usual, shooting some b-ball outside of the school. Mommy got scared and said you’re moving with your Auntie and Uncle. In. Bel. Air.
My father… was the Pringles can man…and a fiend.
And one night, he goes off craziiiiier than usual, putting potato crisps into tennis ball cans. Mommy buys Lay’s Stacks to defend herself. He doesn’t like this. Not. One. Bit.
My father…was a gentleman…and a friend.
One night he helped me with my math homework. Because I struggled with fractions.
