I never knew my mom, once I was she was dead She wanted me. At least that's what my dad said He said she was polluted, ignorant, And that was roughly the outline of what he beat into my I grew up in a house with more rooms I could count No siblings, just strangers always in and out My dad hated all our Had they on his prophets they'd be finished 'Cause getting his is he was about Ever since his birth, he was a nuisance to I wish he died of mom. Maybe then I'd love family But I'd at pops, concealing that feeling of, "I hate you." Each day he'd wear the same colors, with the same suit And mother would come to me when I close my eyes and sink To the of her beautiful voice, and the lullabies she'd sing 'Til I was asleep. Then I'd awake and she'd be gone My life, my soul echoed her songs I guess the grass is always greener on the other And intangible experience one leviathan From the Koran to Since when did America fall in between Lebanon and
x 2] Mamma was a lullaby, was a melting pot in my father's eyes, only 'cause it helps him rot Freedom screams 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 that was all I was I found the flaws in his from the cause in myself Father Only an uncle to every one else He taught me how to talk without in your eyes Gave me a nine to five, made me the lullabies A puddle of the 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 to quit hearing her poetry. Piercing emotions leak With the notes she I float, defying gravitation The only mom I is in my imagination. So it goes
One day daddy's die, choking on the gun he bought
And that day comes I shall return to my mother And walk hand in hand straight to heaven And when the clouds part, I'll tell her that I her And she'll accept with an heart. No question Unless dad was right, and she really was a Maybe her silhouette reflects the hell of his own Maybe she's so insane, no one to help But if else on this earth could mend her spirit, I bet my smile could The volumes of her songs the older 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 see no sign around my neck saying I'm proud to be me I'm not grown up, the of adulthood is dead He left scars on my back when my was read I the grass is always greener on the other side And experience structures one leviathan the Koran to leprechauns Since when did America fall in between Lebanon and
Daddy don't that I forgot