Rig or Gun (Mom)

[Sleepy Tree]

Well I lost her, fuck
to that carcinogenic smoke
I guess that's what makes me die without that sacred toke
I guess that's why I have to pick the rig or the gun
cause without the ones you love, life is one bad pun

Damn, I look up and it's been two years
since the last time maternal hands quelled my darkest thoughts and fears
Not to say, that you were a blessed virgin mother
I remember fights and chain-smoked nights and those horrid days of squalor
I remember that time you threw a punch at jay, called the cops and said he hit you, but your gone so that's okay

Well I lost her, fuck
Now she's only in my dreams
I guess that's what I get for my narcissistic schemes
I guess that's why I never sleep and others I just shun
cause without the ones you love, you pick the rig or gun

Damn, there's a hollow in my soul
I want to tell you all these things, but I guess you'll never know
I'd tell you of the brunette, then the blonde and the love
I'd tell you all these things but I don't believe in Christ above

And maybe one day, I hope, I'll see a child with your smile, with eyes aflame from lives in vain, soul sore from age old trials.

 

[Raz]

This is great, dude! Really natural flow and a lot of emotional impact...it's ten years this year since my mum died, I find this piece really relatable..