Buck 65 Lyrics
"The Floor"

I can remember being seven years old
And having goldfish that circled around in a bowl
And I would watch the forest burn and listen to the wind blow
I can remember the table, the drapes on the window
The dark brown everything, decorations, styling
Most of all I can remember my mother smiling

Worn-out and faded, my hometown was scrappy
More than anything she wanted us to be happy
Little to eat, back and forth to the hospital
She was right; it's better to be happy if possible

But the old man was under attack, and was weak
And continued to beat us several times a week
He lived like a king even though we were piss-poor
I tried to be strong and careful what I wished for
My outside ached and my inside stung
And the long leather belt had replaced his tongue

Not know how to run or how to hit the brakes
A white picket fence was built around a pit of snakes
Both the wonder and frightening, the thunder and lightning
These were the sounds and sights of a thousand fights

My mother, the poor fish staging eternal
Charades and parades for the raging inferno
Wanting to be happy, beaten all the while
Asking me always, "Why don't you ever smile?"
And she'd show me how to do it, mother and wife
It was the saddest smile I ever saw in my life

And it hurt worse than death but for her sake I tried it
And one day all of those goldfish died
Hurricane, forest fire out of control
Eyes open, floating on the water in the bowl
And when my father came home, he walked through the door
And threw those fish to the cat on the kitchen floor

And the wind died too, when I was still a child
And the three of us watch as my mother smiled
And the wind died too, when I was still a child
And the three of us watch as my mother smiled
And the wind died too.