A Tale By Quincy

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 that I could with them because they know fuc*** well I love them
But I didn't do the best I could
I didn't know what the f*** 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, isn't it?
Recordar ahora, no sabía qué se suponía que debía ser
Criar hijos es como, hombre
Si no te criaron, no sabes cómo criar, ¿sabes?
Simplemente hice lo mejor que pude con ellos porque saben muy bien que los amo...