Written, composed, produced,
mixed & mastered by:Kabal
for Midian Music(c)2019
Contains samples from:
"Mama" by: Genesis
Tony Banks – keyboards
Mike Rutherford – guitars, bass,
drum machine (Linn LM-1)
Phil Collins – drums, percussion, vocals
lyrics
"Momma"
(V1.)
I formed inside of you, one cell made two,
Two cells made 4, so on and so forth/
Breeding got me in her, now I'm feeding off her dinner,
My quarters getting slimmer as I fiend to be delivered/
Made for seven two, holding out for seven three,
Naming me Michelle? I'm rolling out as Kevin T./
Time is up, stuck in a womb with no view,
9 months up, & I must bid you adieu/
Twin brother is all blue, son's fetus is curled,
Because there's only room for one of me in this world/
Heaven sent? I'm for you with absurd rent,
My first best friend before I knew what the words meant/
Souls met from the moment of inception,
Don't fret Mom, bestowment giving blessed son/
Shining rays, never keep you at bay,
In the meantime hail what you're giving me today/
Still I scream, cry, wail, when I'm not getting my way...like...
(V2.)
Chilling at the crib with you and listening to music,
Sitting in the living room and glistening so lucid/
My early memories of you I'll never lose em',
My own worst enemy is me, grow to abuse him/
So cute I make your eyes swell like I was tear gas,
But soon I'll make your life hell as every year pass/
Get so consumed in myself and selfish needs fast,
Innocence passed, as I crash into relapse/
Fading into black, wrist, glass and I cut, slash,
Feeling held back and repressed from my guts' tasks/
Taken back, ditching school and I cut class,
Looking back, wishing I never grew up fast/
Popped at a store, now the cops at the door,
Dropped the gavel, staring at the floor with Pops at the court/
Don't cry Ma curfew law ain't bad as it seems,
Try to clean my act up but still I make you wanna scream...like...
(V3.)
Back when I was young we used to hug and hold hands,
You always had my back and everything was so grand/
But you never could keep a secret from the old man,
So every time I slipped up my hide was beaten, swollen, tanned/
I understand it made me stronger but I didn't back then,
You ponder how much longer till' I'm acting up again/
Shackled up again, shedding tears & you lack sleep,
The fact of the matter is I'll forever be the black sheep/
Of the family that I shamed though you never did me dirty,
I needed to escape and moved away so prematurely/
Barely touched base and rarely called until my thirties,
Having a mid life crisis on the phone 10 years too early/
You we're listening but not giving advice & barely speaking,
Leaving me to figure out the answers I was seeking/
Searching for my soul deep believing & achieving,
You've always been my Angel and I'll always be your little demon...
Love you momma, forever and ever...
credits
from North of Hell,
released June 26, 2019
KABAL (K.Theodoropolus)
T. Banks
M. Rutherford
P. Collins
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