"I have been thinking of my father lately, The eleventh month,the eleventh day,the eleventh child of the eleventh child. Memories resurface like the plague of a chill.The voice turned melodious,strings notes from a guitar. 'Tears On My Pillow' no longer comforts, 'Daddy's Home' refuses to be a welcome upon my lips and ears. There he sits,there he stays.Life... forever and a day.I don't know what to feel about my father lately.I have immortalized him within my skin tone,my features,my ever present Scorpion nature. How much has really been passed?There he sits,there he stays... How long will I have to decide?"