I never knew my mom, once I was born she was She never me. At least that's what my dad said He she was polluted, ignorant, uncivilized And that was roughly the outline of what he into my head I grew up in a house with more rooms than I count No siblings, just always moving in and out My dad hated all our Had they on his prophets they'd be finished 'Cause getting his is what he was Ever since his birth, he was a nuisance to I he died instead of mom. Maybe then I'd love family But I'd smile at pops, concealing that of, "I hate you." Each day he'd wear the same colors, with the same suit And would come 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 asleep. Then I'd awake and she'd be gone My whole life, my soul echoed her I the grass is always greener on the other side And experience structures one leviathan From the Koran to 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, only it helps him rot Freedom through a sky, wounded by a culture shock Mamma was a lullaby, Daddy was a pot
His philosophy was to be up, you gotta push someone That was all I knew 'cause was all I was around I found the flaws in his methods from the cause in Father Diablo: an uncle to every one else He me how to talk without looking in your eyes Gave me a nine to five, me ignore the lullabies A of the dried tears shade me colorless And categorize me as a baby failing to how far away his mother is Our relationship hovered with strength, even it's invisible Hard to quit hearing her poetry. Piercing emotions With the notes she hits I float, defying The only mom I is in my imagination. So it goes
One day daddy's die, choking on the gun he bought
And when that day comes I shall to my mother And walk hand in hand straight to heaven And when the clouds part, I'll her that I love 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 so insane, no one cared to help But if nothing else on this earth could her spirit, I bet my smile could The volumes of her songs decreased the that I grew Daddy my only influence of attitude Now I'm robotically imperialistic, and careless of A inherited by my parent's omnipotent ego His symbol's the eagle, but his isn't free You'll see no sign around my saying I'm proud to be me I'm not grown up, the concept of is dead He left on my back when my notebook was read I guess the grass is greener on the other side And experience structures one leviathan From the Koran to Since when did America fall in between and Ireland?
Daddy don't think I forgot