Long Gone...
Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 11:23 pm
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo!
woke up this morning feeling more depressed then usual
saw a picture of my dad, i wanted to see him real in the flesh
beautiful tides creeped the shore,brought on thoughts of suicide
it was a deep metaphor stuck inside my head i couldnt hide
all the times my mom fucking lied and you know i tried to forgot
i cried in my bed if he was alive instead of dead where would i be
i remember that ivy stuck in his arm he was laying beside me
my lucky charm, the smoke alarm that saved me so many times
who the fuck would bring harm to my loving father, am i blind?
was his life of crimes that bad, why do i bother, I am still mad
for him leaving my mother,am i greedy dreaming of holding him
some children never had someone to hold and have to hold it in
but my life is smoldering, my dad is gone and he isnt coming back
his son in fact is running rap, doesn't walk around with a gun n packed
maybe he learned something from dad through all the bullshit he did
maybe son needed dad maybe dad bleeded for son maybe Jesus
is looking over him, the story is similiar but so far apart a colder wind
will blow but ill hold her in the snow will fall molded skin will dry
but ill remember him even in the new beginning, yo yo yo yo
Fictional Story By The Way - Semi*
woke up this morning feeling more depressed then usual
saw a picture of my dad, i wanted to see him real in the flesh
beautiful tides creeped the shore,brought on thoughts of suicide
it was a deep metaphor stuck inside my head i couldnt hide
all the times my mom fucking lied and you know i tried to forgot
i cried in my bed if he was alive instead of dead where would i be
i remember that ivy stuck in his arm he was laying beside me
my lucky charm, the smoke alarm that saved me so many times
who the fuck would bring harm to my loving father, am i blind?
was his life of crimes that bad, why do i bother, I am still mad
for him leaving my mother,am i greedy dreaming of holding him
some children never had someone to hold and have to hold it in
but my life is smoldering, my dad is gone and he isnt coming back
his son in fact is running rap, doesn't walk around with a gun n packed
maybe he learned something from dad through all the bullshit he did
maybe son needed dad maybe dad bleeded for son maybe Jesus
is looking over him, the story is similiar but so far apart a colder wind
will blow but ill hold her in the snow will fall molded skin will dry
but ill remember him even in the new beginning, yo yo yo yo
Fictional Story By The Way - Semi*