I never knew my mom, once I was born she was She never wanted me. At least what my dad said He said she was polluted, ignorant, And that was roughly the of what he beat into my head I grew up in a house with more rooms I could count No siblings, just strangers always in and out My dad all our neighbors Had stepped on his prophets they'd be finished getting his is what he was about Ever his birth, he was a nuisance to humanity I wish he died instead of mom. then I'd love family But I'd smile at pops, that feeling of, "I hate you." day he'd wear the same three colors, with the same suit And mother would come to me when I would close my eyes and To the thought of her beautiful voice, and the lullabies sing 'Til I was sound asleep. Then I'd awake and she'd be My whole life, my echoed her songs I guess the is always greener on the other side And intangible experience structures one the Koran to leprechauns Since when did America in between Lebanon and Ireland?
x 2] Mamma was a lullaby, was a melting pot Angel in my eyes, only 'cause it helps him rot Freedom screams through a sky, wounded by a shock Mamma was a lullaby, Daddy was a pot
His philosophy was to be up, you gotta someone down was all I knew 'cause that was all I was around I found the flaws in his methods the cause in myself Father Diablo: Only an uncle to every one He taught me how to without looking in your eyes me a nine to five, made me ignore the lullabies A puddle of the dried tears shade me And categorize me as a baby failing to realize how far his mother is Our hovered with strength, even though it's invisible Hard to quit hearing her poetry. emotions leak With the notes she I float, defying gravitation The mom I have is in my imagination. So it goes
One day daddy's gonna die, on the gun he bought
And when day comes I shall return to my mother And we'll walk hand in hand to heaven And when the clouds part, I'll tell her that I her And she'll accept an open heart. No question Unless dad was right, and she was a monster her silhouette reflects the hell of his own childhood Maybe she's so insane, no one to help But if nothing else on this earth could mend her spirit, I bet my smile The volumes of her songs the older that I grew became my only influence of attitude Now I'm imperialistic, and careless of people A inherited by my parent's omnipotent ego His symbol's the eagle, but his child free You'll see no around my neck saying I'm proud to be me I'm not grown up, the concept of adulthood is He left on my back when my notebook was read I guess the grass is always greener on the side And intangible structures one leviathan From the to leprechauns Since when did America fall in between Lebanon and
Daddy think that I forgot