this shit is from another realm of consciousness that human beings can't normally reach. theMIND expresses a book of childhood stories here in just a few lyrics. not to mention this genius use of claymation, capturing the essence of a ghetto neighborhood with an odd perfection.
you get the sense that his out-there style is how theMIND successfully copes with all the struggles he's lived through. we're just blessed he's able to share that with us.