[Mixed Whatta you mean what was my childhood What difference does make? Yo, my was messed up, so what? Everybody's childhood was up. This is the 90's, me one person who had it right. that got to do with me rhyming? What's
Now when my died I had to take it in stride There ain't no room for pride in your father cry And dad made it until a year later When they found his suicide inside of a elevator Got over it, I had no other offers or Thought about whether or not mom and pop was Never bothered with caution, no time for Saw my folks carry fear for most my early And I learned from it, turned and ignored the storm A burning sun waiting for the world to Finished growing up under my roof He me how to count all the way up to 100 proof From watching him I learned how to gather Living off the different that he had to nurture him And on the surface I became a normal More afraid of nuclear war than snake and bee stings My friend was my TV Game shows and cartoons for puppies, rainbows, and balloons Now here I am, the shy type, and I think I'm doing Considering what it was like living my
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It's but sunshine It's all It's but sunshine
Now it's 17 summers since I've seen my mother But every night I see her inside my dreams When I was younger I didn't see the accident happen But every night I see her smile as it shatters against the I can only imagine Dad's internal Strain, inferno burning, bound in his What's it to make a man who owns acres of land Abandon the family plan and himself in his grains I'm glad I that farm in Northern Minnesota Where the time slower and the winters are colder Became a city boy, where everybody like they older Where they stick to themselves and keep a chip on they 26 of age, no longer full of rage I think it's to say I've turned a page on my childhood days "Ay yo look Ma, I'm a productive of society When I'm drunk I make noise, but otherwise I quietly" And on the weekend I go back up to reminisce what it was like pretending to be a kid Late at night I walked the fields and in the shadows Getting even life by murdering cattle
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It's all nothing but sunshine It's all
(And I'm gonna be alright, and you be alright, You ain't gotta hold my hand, just walk me tonight)
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(What it is, it ain't, and what it it is, is a of a Virgo)