Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Read Wiped In Blue, artist - Eyedea & Abilities. Album song First Born, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Read Wiped In Blue |
I never knew my mom, once I was born she was dead |
She never wanted me. |
At least that’s what my dad said |
He said she was polluted, ignorant, uncivilized |
And that was roughly the outline of what he beat into my head |
I grew up in a house with more rooms than I could count |
No siblings, just strangers always moving in and out |
My dad hated all our neighbors |
Had they stepped on his prophets they’d be finished |
'Cause getting his is what he was about |
Ever since his birth, he was a nuisance to humanity |
I wish he died instead of mom. |
Maybe then I’d love family |
But I’d smile at pops, concealing that feeling of, «I hate you.» |
Each 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 sink |
To the thought of her beautiful voice, and the lullabies she’d sing |
'Til I was sound asleep. |
Then I’d awake and she’d be gone |
My whole life, my soul echoed her songs |
I guess the grass is always greener on the other side |
And intangible experience structures one leviathan |
From the Koran to leprechauns |
Since when did America fall in between Lebanon and Ireland? |
Mamma was a lullaby, Daddy was a melting pot |
Angel in my father’s eyes, only 'cause it helps him rot |
Freedom screams through a sky, wounded by a culture shock |
Mamma was a lullaby, Daddy was a melting pot |
His philosophy was to be up, you gotta push someone down |
That was all I knew 'cause that was all I was around |
I found the flaws in his methods from the cause in myself |
Father Diablo: Only an uncle to every one else |
He taught me how to talk without looking in your eyes |
Gave me a nine to five, made me ignore the lullabies |
A puddle of the dried tears shade me colorless |
And categorize me as a baby failing to realize how far away his mother is Our relationship hovered with strength, even though it’s invisible |
Hard to quit hearing her poetry. |
Piercing emotions leak |
With the notes she hits I float, defying gravitation |
The only mom I have is in my imagination. |
So it goes |
One day daddy’s gonna die, choking on the gun he bought |
And when that day comes I shall return to my mother |
And we’ll walk hand in hand straight to heaven |
And when the clouds part, I’ll tell her that I love her |
And she’ll accept with an open heart. |
No question |
Unless dad was right, and she really was a monster |
Maybe her silhouette reflects the hell of his own childhood |
Maybe she’s so insane, no one cared to help |
But if nothing else on this earth could mend her spirit, I bet my smile could |
The volumes of her songs decreased the older that I grew |
Daddy became my only influence of attitude |
Now I’m robotically imperialistic, and careless of people |
A trait inherited by my parent’s omnipotent ego |
His symbol’s the eagle, but his child isn’t free |
You’ll see no sign around my neck saying I’m proud to be me |
I’m not grown up, the concept of adulthood is dead |
He left scars on my back when my notebook was read |
I guess the grass is always greener on the other side |
And intangible experience structures one leviathan |
From the Koran to leprechauns |
Since when did America fall in between Lebanon and Ireland? |
Daddy don’t think that I forgot |