Child Prodigy

His own private math is as big as life It's all aftermath, burns in stripes so bright He sees right through walls, right through the writing on them Two years old and playing those games He's not tame, he's not slim yet Feed him, give him to eat – child prodigy His head is barely hard, he's so hard headed Hair isn't hardly parted he's a man of parts You can't be jealous, he just makes you feel bigger Two years old and he'll never be the same He's not trained to put you through your paces Feed him, give him to eat – child prodigy Child prodigy, all wizardry and charm is yours A children's child, child of a child, prodigy Take it all in till you cry There's always more blue Grazing, grazing More laziness to make you cry