I always wanted freedom. Got maniacs in back of the car, Trying to be a star, I couldn't get this far until I need 'em It's cra-zy how no one obeys me. Not even that white dude homeless who's so hazy. It's amazing that everyone I knew couldn't even face me. I remember when I was addicted to space. I once a robbed a telescope out of Walmart and the police and I went in a big chase. I tried to go at a fast pace, but I forgot that they are cops and all they have to do is find me is a trace. I was in jail for 6 months, learned how to shoot a gun, and in fact I knew that all that time weighed me a ton. My wife had a baby. We were gonna call her Mary, but when I came out, I went to the house and I was going crazy. She was with another man. I tried to make a stand, but he stood up and called me himself a fan. He shook my hand. I punched him in the face as hard I can. My ex-wife looked at me in pain. She saw a blood stain, amd she saw her man who was on the floor. She called me insane. I ran out the door. I cried on the porch. I though what was my purpose, what for. I lost my wife and daughter. I thought I was a father. Until I learned she was taken away by the big bad man Nick Trotter. I looked around me. I saw a car, and I acted like it was free. I took my knees and stuffed them beneath. I pushed the gas with all my mass. I closed my eyes until I opened them and I finally crashed