I knew my mom, once I was born she was dead She wanted me. At least that's what my dad said He said she was polluted, ignorant, And was roughly the outline of what he beat into my head I up in a house with more rooms than I could count No siblings, just always moving in and out My dad hated all our Had stepped on his prophets they'd be finished 'Cause getting his is he was about Ever since his birth, he was a to humanity I wish he died instead of mom. then I'd love family But I'd smile at pops, concealing that feeling of, "I you." Each day he'd wear the same three colors, the same suit And mother would come to me when I would close my 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 whole life, my echoed her songs I guess the grass is always greener on the side And intangible experience one leviathan From the to leprechauns Since did America fall in between Lebanon and Ireland?
x 2] Mamma was a lullaby, was a melting pot Angel in my father's eyes, 'cause it helps him rot screams through a sky, wounded by a culture shock Mamma was a lullaby, Daddy was a pot
His philosophy was to be up, you push someone down was all I knew 'cause that was all I was around I found the in his methods from the cause in myself Father Diablo: Only an to every one else He taught me how to talk without looking in eyes Gave me a to five, made me ignore the lullabies A puddle of the tears shade me colorless And categorize me as a failing to realize how far away his mother is Our relationship hovered with strength, even though it's Hard to quit hearing her poetry. Piercing leak With the notes she hits I float, defying The only mom I have is in my imagination. So it
One day daddy's die, choking on the gun he bought
And that day comes I shall return to my mother And we'll hand in hand straight to heaven And when the clouds part, I'll her that I love her And she'll accept with an open heart. No Unless dad was right, and she really was a Maybe her silhouette reflects the of his own childhood Maybe 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 the older that I grew Daddy became my only of attitude Now I'm robotically imperialistic, and careless of A trait inherited by my omnipotent ego His symbol's the eagle, but his child isn't You'll see no sign around my neck I'm proud to be me I'm not up, the concept of adulthood is dead He left scars on my back my notebook was read I guess the grass is greener on the other side And intangible experience structures one the Koran to leprechauns Since when did America fall in between and Ireland?
Daddy think that I forgot