[Eliza]
When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden,
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden,
Half-dead sittin in their own sick, the scent thick,
And Alex got better but his mother went quick.
[Washington]
Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide.
Left him with nothin’ but ruined pride,
Something new inside, a voice saying,
«Alex, you gotta fend for yourself»
He started retreatin’ and readin’ every treatise on the shelf.