Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song '98, artist - Thavius Beck. Album song Thru, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.10.2006
Record label: Mush
Song language: English
'98 |
I remember '98 like the breath before this one |
March 6th |
My Dad’s death was commissioned |
Screams from the room to the left of the kitchen were manufactured to make the |
deaf wanna listen |
His skin and liver got cancer |
The kidneys got it after |
The latter was the lungs filling with plasma three times faster than his bladder |
While I slept in the same room and acted like the matter never mattered |
Teaspoonfuls of morphine everyday between two full moons for four weeks |
Poor me |
I could barely afford sleep while the screams stormed rained razors in your |
boy’s dreams at fourteen |
I was listening |
I’ve never seen change as quick as this |
Must have been some sort of cosmic trick |
'Cause I was sent to live with him for discipline |
Momma got her wish |
And now he’s a walking stick |
His feet swelled 'til his house shoes decided not to fit |
I was smoking pot an awful not, and not a bit |
And cigarettes |
I started with a box of his that he left in the glove box once he’d gotten sick |
We only got a two month head up |
The first one was hospital visits |
The next one was a back full of bedsores |
His legs numb with bloody lips and a cancer smell |
And I’m sad as hell |
I wish I heard the stories he never had a chance to tell |
But now he’s gone insane from the tumor in his brain |
His sisters watch his Mom in pain whisper, «not again» |
Every-night he asks for help |
On that day he got his way my Grandpa, Aunt, and I watched him scream the whole |
evening |
If I’m not mistaken I think I seen his soul leaving |
The next thing I know I’m on the phone speaking to my mother |
Telling her the whole thing and my eyes gush mid-sentence for seemingly no |
reason |
We could have overflowed a stream for the whole season |
And then I’m on the porch slow breathing |
Thinking, «why'd you die tonight?» |
Eyes too dry to cry |
Two homies came by not to get me high to my surprise |
I sacked it up |
Right when I had enough of acting tough, I asked who had the blunt? |
The answer was, «quit pretending like it’s all good and gravy, acting cool, |
I’d be going crazy» |
So I told them, «we were never close but lately, just maybe, this experience |
helped raised me |
And at least I got to learn that my father was a car salesman who could play |
any instrument by ear |
We’d go fishing, buy beef jerky, coca-cola, and dry beer |
He taught me how to stay warm in the cold and couple of life game codes |
And at least made me make plans to get past 39 years old» |