 I was hugged and I was cuddled, I was smuggled Across the puddle, thought my destiny was struggle God had impressed on me the bestest scribble sluggish I tried my best, repeated yells is all I must do Perform surgery on myself with just a cudgel I'm more certain about my death than my construction I pull smoke till I'm out of breath to try to function The God and Son for my little brother, my combustion