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    DADDY'S MARK

    hey poppa

    look at that airplane flying way over us

    did i come to america on that one

    or maybe that one i like the color blue

    i remember  how you would smile

    and look far away

    id ask what was wrong and you would 

    give me a stick of gum to chew

     

    i can still see those  friday nights

    driving to the bazaar of all nations

    you and momma fussin over which way 

    the wind would blow

    guess i was  about 12 years old

    when i started diggin that secret cave

    way too young to feel the cold

    of the summer snows

     

    i wanted to help you poppa

    so i made up my mind  one night

    fidgeting  in my eagles pajamas

    im gonna be the best darn kid 

    there  ever was and make you proud

    but ever was became a neverland

    seems  you had buried too many skeletons 

    back in that barbadian sand

     

    i see you sittin at the kitchen table

    nursing a canadian mist thinking about your little girl

    calling me over and saying

    boy my  diana was a pearl

    you would start crying and i would think

    maybe god took her away  

    knowing this family drama she couldnt survive

    and replaced her with a boy named after you

    whose soul would be bruied alive

     

    well i etched my name in that old sycamore bark

    wandered through cobbs creek

    way after dark

    seems my entire life

    ive been searching for a counterpart

    in the ramparts red glare

    i take a sip of cutty sark

    thinkin i will never erase tthe stain

    of my daddy mark

    to hell with it

     

    poppa 

    them teenage years were something else

    for the first time in my life

    i knew how good being evil felt

    nothing you could do

    not a thing  momma could change

    by then id long since stopped feeling  

    the joy of watching the flying planes

     

    so when i spoke to people

    i talked alot but revealed  nothing at all

    excavation  of my cave was completed

    so i erected a replica of the berlin wall

    separating my good from evil

    crossing over from time to time

    thinking how i wish i was my older sister

    buried back in that  caribbean clime

     

    seems that anger became 

    an essential part of me

    it felt like trapped magma  

    in a volcanic chamber

    so i spit on my memories of living in a ruthless world

    pissed on a cross and burned my thoughts

    of a baby christ in a manger

     

    poppa why do folks get married

    till death do us part

    knowing full well the devil 

    aint that easy to outsmart

    yeah cee really tried to penetrate 

    the layers of hatred  on my soul

    i remember her saying for years she cried

    when i left the house 

    thinking someone is gonna hurt dee or be hurt

    maybe a foolsih stranger or an angry police patrol

     

    well i etched my name in that old sycamore bark

    wandered through cobbs creek

    way after dark

    seems ive been searching my entire life

    for a counterpart

    in the ramparts red glare

    i take a sip of cutty sark

    thinkin i will never erase the stain

    of my daddys mark

    to hell with it

     

    poppa 

    i have a new life built out of the old debris

    i know you loved your daughter in law 

    but she got beat down mentally

    you see i tend to get sullen and quiet

    then retreat into my secret cave

    over the years no one has entered

    except maybe one or two men

    who were obviously depraved

     

    yeah i have buried alot of love

    for what its worth

    prayed to three or four different versions of god

    still cant escape the curse

    so now i get emotionless  and look to the heavens

    then spit on the killing floor

    kill myself softly and the next day

    wake up for more

     

    these people i met like the way 

    i express my art

    a few have gotten kinda close 

    but i stopped them short of my heart

    you see poppa them walls i built 

    were starting to come down incrementally

    until the drama started and i realized the colony

    was just another ghetto reality

     

    i cant cry like you did poppa

    seems im short of salt

    guess i forgot to replenish 

    the last time i cleaned out my mental vault

    momma is always huggin me 

    telling me keep my eyes on the sparrow

    i cant admit to her my eyes cant adjust to the light

    for too long ive been living in the shadows

     

    well i etched my name in that old  sycamore bark

    wandered through cobbs creek

    way after dark

    seems ive been searchin my entire life

    for a counterpart

    in the ramparts red glare

    i take a sip of cutty sark

    thinking i will never erase the stain

    of my my daddys mark

     

    ..so to hell with it

    • 19 July 2011
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