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