….Self inflicted baldness is my priestly crescent, every since adolescence an adult mind was present, I was forced to eat pheasant, I knew there was a soul present, seen as nutrition, there had to be a different method. My blood is Oh positive with no derivatives, straight from the original man’s ribs, to the history of man, my peoples got first dibs, we was the first babies, before Mother Nature developed bibs, our huts were our cribs. Adam’s calendar was our Big Ben, before the pyramids gave it a new spin, you can rob and steal but you missed your mark, I don’t know whose crib you broke in.