I remember when I lay solemn on the grass
Mud feeling up my skin heavy mass
Childhood none as solid as the past
But none as fluid as a flask
Drunk driving back at home
Vomit on the road dirt on my bones
Tar in my lungs coughing up the blood
The sweat glisten on my rug
I remember sitting down at my grandmother's room
Holding life dearly to the tomb
Eyes smiling aura glowing when she weeze
Tender skin hands shaking parkinson's disease
Felt my hand tremble every now and then
Hope the apple fall far from the kin
Shadowed by the ghost of my family's sin
We rarely talk that's just how it is
He was a dad now he's just a man
I was a son now I'm good and gone
Shows never over 'til we hit the gong
We were born to wrong
I remember me falling down the floor
Lost love and seeing momma getting old
Uncle on the table cleaning up his soul
Pallbearing from the bath into the cold
Grammy sis sitting by the phone
Told her to be good and stop tearing on
She asked why I ain't crying in the midst
Now I remember crying ever since
All i got is this
