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