I was a bastard, orphaned, son of a whore and a Scotsman Dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean A poverty spotters and squalor, grew up to be a hero and a scholar A ten dollar found a father without a father Got a lot farther by working a lot harder By being a lot smarter, by being self-centered by fourteen Placed him in charge of a trading charter And every day I was slaves, ruby and solder And carted away across the way of his struggle to keep his God Sad he was longing for something to be a part of The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or bought it Then a hurricane came and devastation reigned The man saw his future driven down the drain Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain Then he rose for his refrain, a testament to his pain And the word got around that he said This kid is insane man, took a book of elections and sent him to the mainland