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 profits 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 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 mamma was a lullaby daddy was a melting pot one day daddy s gonna die choking on the gun he bought one day daddy s gonna die choking on the gun he bought one day daddy s gonna die one day daddy s gonna die  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 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 mamma was a lullaby daddy was a melting pot mamma was a lullaby daddy was a melting pot mamma was a lullaby daddy was a melting pot daddy don t think that i forgot4