[Sample: Narrator]

(Stage 2: Anger)

[Intro: Sammy]

Pickle in a jar, I've been stuck in lamenting

Throughout all of this time, the issue was fermenting

Flip the storybook to some brand new pages

The real dill's been jarred up for ages

For the first time in like thirteen years

I moved out of the denial to the anger it seems

Ever since my teens I've been so fucking wrecked

But not more than the kitchen when I add another pickle to the net

[Pre-Verse 1: Sammy]

This song goes to Uncle Jack

Half my lifе, I've been living with this (censored) in a shack

Fucking hatе you and your habits and your makeup and your vision

Also every part about you that pushes you to decisions

Saw the look in your eyes, when blood was starting to trickle

You kept beating me up, as if it barely fucking tickles

I could feel my ribs shattering and my heart breaking as well

As I was pleading for some mercy, both of our eyes would start to swell

[Verse 1: Sammy]

You a six foot man beating a baby half his size

Fucking soulless piece of shit think I don't see through your disguise

You're a broken mess of what was once human in you before

Abusing children and projecting 'till you can't hit me no more

You don't feel fucking nothing, barely carry emotions

You're a husk of a human, tryna cope with the ocean

Fishing trips every year, like they will fix what you are

Come back the same way you left, as if I'm going too far

As if me staining your couch means that I'd rather have you killed

But at this point I would, in fact I'd be so fucking thrilled

If you started to choke, I would leave you to die

And I've been wishing for this moment ever since I first cried

Ever since you first caught me running away

And had me put up for your friends and the family on display

In every tale that you tell them, I'm the one who's so cold

As if the cheesecake in this story ever was a 12 year old

And not the uncle who is 30 years of age in his tiny mental cage

His inflated alter-egos and his never-ending rage

In these same conversations, the truth goes unspoken

All the sudden I'm the only present for your friends to open

The future looks the same, full of misery and agony

The past remains sealed except for peeking in antagony

You think that discipline's the only strategy

But all you did is make me despise and wish you never were a part of me

You never tried hard enough to be my father figure

Only fucked my momma twice that's the only thing familiar

Gave her STDs who would ever have imagined

That the person who could kill her couldn't kill me in that cabin

Only love you ever showed was to a girl you tried to marry

When she left you for your illnesses it's me who had to carry

All the weight of your troubles as you would lay another hit

Because a counselor was out of the picture to try and get

I fucking hate you hope it hurt the day that she walked away

And if I could then I'd inflict the same pain on you today

You narcissistic fucking (censored), egotistical scum

Worth for nothing failure, I wish you never met my mum

I don't take back a single thing that I said you make me sick

And when you slowly wither no one will be there to suck your dick

If you ever took the pain that you inflicted on my skin

I bet you'd fucking kill yourself and go to hell for all yo sins

Man just do it already, would you look at me now

What a pickle you put me in, I bet you feel proud

Go ahead and bow down to the crowd, I know you wanna

You the kinda guy to scar me while you smoking marijuana

Listening to Madonna and boasting how loud I screamed

Then you spit into my face and know you'll never be redeemed

Something in you finds pleasure in abuse

But you'll pay for it eventually, don't you act amused

I know you Jack

[Pre-Verse 2: Sammy]

For the first time in like thirteen years

I moved out of the denial to the anger it seems

Ever since my teens he's been beating me senseless

Leaving me breathless, grabbing me by the necklace

The very same one mama gave me that day

When I visited her one last time and got my way

Snatched back to Carolina, left her as a cripple

It's jarring to accept that I'll never escape this pickle

I've been stuck here for like almost 30 hours

It's nearing towards 8, and the salad tasting sour

Didn't even clear the mess I made last night

If I can't fix my shit, maybe Uncle Jack was right

[Sample: Narrator]

(Stage 3: Bargaining)

[Verse 2: Sammy]

Fuck that shit what's wrong with me? My life's a fucking oddity

The Ghosts of Carolina only doubling in quantity

I'm circling it back still debating the ambition

I got fourteen different tasks and it don't better my condition

Uncle Jack was right, man, maybe I was wrong

Cause the more I try the add the more I'm fucking up this song

Maybe I don't gotta do it and expect them all to prey

What if the salad is the reason that my friends won't try to stay

What if I just shouldn't try, what if I deserve the beating

What if leftovers and spam the only thing I should be eating

What if, what if I never tried to run away forever

And what if when I did I would've played it off more clever

Could've hid inside the bathrooms for a minute or two

Instead of sacrificing moments just to see her with no clue

That he was also on his way, what if I fought back

Cause I'd rather be a Juvenile than be with Uncle Jack

I would throw away the salad if she comes back tomorrow

I would throw away my friends if god just takes away the sorrow

I would do so many things if he would stop for just a week

You don't know how much I'd give just for him to let me speak

And you don't know how much I'd give, for a year's worth of silence

And I'd sell my soul for Jack to have a little mental guidance

(He doesn't know how much he breaks my heart in two, it's true)

[Pre-Verse 3: Sammy]

It breaks me so much

It breaks me so fucking much

To know that now my momma dead there's nowhere else for me to hide

I can't even call the cops they'll find me wounded up and tied

My friends don't even know, not even Michael knows what happens in this place

I'm so scared to tell them too they'll all laugh at me with disgrace

They all think I treat them bad because I couldn't care more

Yet I could never tell the truth to them I swore to him

I swore to never tell a single soul, all the things that he does

Nothing 'bout the beatings, nothing 'bout the drugs

And I'm so fucking scared

To either mess the salad up or hope he ever cared

Why the fuck now? Why uncover this today

I don't want to be afraid, no I don't even wanna stay

But there's nowhere else to go, nowhere for me to run

If I don't figure this shit out now my life is fucking done

[Verse 3: Sammy]

5 repressed years, holding on to this MF

And I don't really care if I've been sounding like NF

I'm not the kinda guy to undervalue this type of torment

It's more sour than this pickle that I'm adding at the moment

Man fuck this salad too, fuck tryna confront

Don't give a shit if I'm in too deep just gonn' keep taking them shrooms

But still I'm kinda right from the beginning of denial

If I never act on it I'll never get to see his trial

Fuck I'm gonna do though?

I can let go of this blunt now, I'm taking it too slow

I'm through though with the energy I just need a solution

I'll do anything just to secure a me good conclusion

Maybe they don't gotta take him in, what if I can fix him?

And leave others out this pickle on my own like Team Nissim

But oh shit I've been feel- oh fuck it's kicking

Oh fuck man- I knew I was tripping...

(Here comes the past)