[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?