[Intro: Uncle Jack]
I creep into his mind for 27 minutes
And 55 seconds, then I test his mental limits
God damn, Sammy, I'll never be your dad
And I don't really care if that shit makes you sad pussy
[Verse: Uncle Jack]
Cheesecakes all around me to the brim
Crumbling to pieces when the situation's grim
Avoiding it at all costs busy with distractions
Destroying every chance to ever own up to their actions
On the seventh fishing trip I'm starting to involve
In the visions of my nephew that he forcefully beholds
He could never try talking with an ego that brittle
Now won't you listen to me let me fill you in a little
We start with me when I turned 22
My heart really drained like an empty potato stew
On Sammy's table, for memories, visited my brother
Unable to see him at my place or any other
So I drove 11 hours from NC to his house
For the first time ever I met his baby and his spouse
"He's all like, hey buddy, long time no see
Would you care to meet my family and talk if you're free?"
Of course, remorse I haven't visited earlier
Limited schedules got me planning trips a little sturdier
So I met his wife, blonde and pretty
Also his child, his name is Sam and I admit he
Was at first glance quite adorable
Didn't guess that later on he'd turn out to be horrible
And did I forget to mention, me and Sammy had a click
I would net him the attention when his dad was out there quick
I mean neglect all of the insults I was saying for a second
And respect that with no impulse Sammy really had me reckoned
Ever since the first visit, I came more
Never miss an opportunity I would before
He was a good kid then, before the shit storm struck
That turned him into a schizo and got his shit norms stuck
A few years after this when he was twelve years old
His father died of unknown causes that nobody told
Now me I ain't scumbag, but his mom started begging
She was always feeling lonely and reality was wrecking
Plus, I was coming to visit Sammy regardless
Thus, easing her emotions with sex wouldn't be heartless
Hence fucked we did constructed possible foundation
For her son with no father to have a male at his location
And a figure to look up to but he barely looked up
It was the trigger that configured him and got him shook up
The spark in his eyes gone, throat aching
A dark headed widow on the phone wrote shaking
Let bygones be bygones but I need you more
Don't really mind it but I'm assuming she's a whore
Whatever floats your sinking boat but I'm just saying
I'd never coat a stinging wound when yo ass playing
With other men that make the coping coarse
Rather than trying out a gathered plan of growth in force
Your child needs his mom's care
Sore eyes feed on PSALM prayers
Set aside for the troubles
Couldn’t dare guide himself and pop his lonely mom’s bubble
She kept going, and slept knowing, what she does is wrong
Her neck showing a man’s towing gutsy and strong
She decides to seek greater sense and bless this plea
But a single week later got an STD
And they all blaming me, because I last saw her
Yet I tested negative so all the chances get smaller
In that week took him on trip with a new girl
He was at his peak, happier before it would curl
When they found the virus, Sammy was suddenly alone
With his mom in the hospital and his uncle on the phone
13 years old on his own the only option
Hurting he’s told he’s be gonn’ be put up for adoption
Clinging to the bed I needed to be his savior
Ringing in his head exceeded usual behavior
Took him with me to North Carolina
Awfully silent more fragile than fine china
Found a room in my house and his mother agrees
Previously assumed it’s just a another disease
It has gotten so severe, she can see the face of death
As the rot is getting near, almost eased her last breath
Sammy pieces it together in a gist of disparity
Increases the tension and runs away with new clarity
He just tried to break away from absolution
Didn’t understand I just gifted him resolution
Stole from my wallet to go slack
Roll out the smallest of blow back couldn’t dare to show tracks
If you really tryna ask me why I hate the little bitch
Hope you understood my story so the rest of this clicks
Sammy Sammy, crying ‘bout Miami
Talking back like yo vocal performance need a Grammy
Taken from an empty house, with no parents
Now he always tryna tempt me hopping up on my impairments
Couldn’t try think what’d it be if I wasn’t there
Maybe live on the streets and hope that Uncle Jack would care
So when you save a person’s life and they complaining how you treat 'em
How the fuck could you resist from disciplining him and beating him?!
[Outro: Sample, pyrokynn]
(And now, we reach out of the range of the normal saxophone into a high A-Flat!)
You wanna tell us more about your past Jack? Wanna trace back a bit to your childhood?
