If the tit don't fit

Mama wasn’t a one hitter quitter

Daddy was a bad pick of the litter

Came out the womb glowing like glitter

Illuminating the whole hospital

Doctor hit me on the bum

Grandma smelled like a fifth of rum

The cord was cut, couldn’t stay connected

To the source, rode in on a horse

Pulled apart no matter how

I tried no longer could I feel the vibe

Of my tribe so I scribed

 I want to divorce my parents

Irreconcilable differences

On the fence trying to escape

Hoping Saint Peter didn’t lock the gate

Hope Heaven don’t mind harboring

A fugitive, need a recall on some relatives