The Floor Lyrics - Buck 65

I can remember being seven years old 

Having goldfish that circuled around in a bowl 

I would watch the forest burn 

and listen to the wind blow 

I remember the table, the drapes, and the window 

The dark brown everything: decoration, 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 and 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, my inside stung 

The long leather belt had replaced his tongue 

Not knowing how to run or how 

to hit the brakes 

A white picket fence was built 

around a pit of snakes 

Both a wonder and frightening, 

the thunder and the 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 

It hurt worse than death but for her sake I tried 

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 and I was still a child 

And the three of us watched as my mother smiled