[Intro - Piano & Strings - 0:00-0:15] [dark piano chords, haunting violin, building tension] [Verse 1 - Aggressive Rap - 0:15-1:15] [fast, aggressive delivery, Eminem-style internal rhymes] Yo, Mom, you still playin' saint when the cameras roll? Who's your victim now? Who's fillin' that role? Back then, if I'd asked for help, tried to speak my truth, Nobody would've believed me, just a delusional youth The selfless, sacrificial, understanding martyr act, You perfected that performance, every scene intact But when the curtain dropped... that's when the real you would glow In your presence, danger lurked beneath the smile, Always on guard, never myself, not even for a while Never say no, never critique, never show my rage, Tiptoe on eggshells, trapped inside this cage One second you're content, in a blink you'd turn ice cold, Eyes full of contempt, hatred uncontrolled Heart racing, stomach cramping, committed some invisible crime Emergency protocol: Freeze, don't speak, stay mute, Let your storm of righteous hatred execute Your verbal bombs would fall on my defenseless soul, I'd suppress every feeling, that was my only role Serve up my throat with shame and deep remorse, Then you'd release me, and I'd silently bleed Carry another piece of my soul to the mass grave, Still trembling, still broken, still your slave [Bridge 1 - Melodic Hook - 1:15-1:30] [melodic rap with choir harmonies] How many nights did you tear Papa down 'til 2 AM? He knew fighting back was pointless, a losing stratagem (Mmmm... yeah...) [Verse 2 - Storytelling Rap - 1:30-2:30] [slower, more deliberate, painting the scene] I was just a kid, caught between you both, loved you the same, I'd walk to the kitchen, play that desperate game: "Stop arguing! Just love each other, can't you see?" Papa looked at me, sad, helpless, not free And you, deep in your victim role, would softly say: "We're not fighting, just discussing. Go to bed, okay?" Few times when I was five to nine years old, Always on weekends, when we both were home, truth be told You'd pull your favorite ace, make sure I heard it clear, Every single time the same sentence in my ear: "I'm getting in the car and driving into the next tree!" Yeah, then you'd be gone for one to three hours straight, When you came back, your eyes were filled with hate So cold, emotionless, complete love demise, Then you'd ignore us both, seemed right in your eyes At the beginning, I'd run after you in panic mode, Try to stop you from leaving, block the road I see it all as clearly now as I see my hand— The peeling green paint on that garden gate I can't understand I see the lavender, the young apple tree, Your emerald VW, the key in the ignition, setting you free I stood in the driver's door to block your way, Probably screamed, begged, cried that day You pushed me away, slammed the door, drove off fast, I still hear the tires on the gravel as you passed I stood at that gate clinging to hope you'd return, But your words were stronger, I had to learn: "I'm getting in the car and driving into the tree..." [Chorus - Choir & Rap - 2:30-2:50] [powerful church choir with rap vocals cutting through] (CHOIR): "Saint in public, demon in the shadows" (RAP): Yeah, Mom, you played that saint when they were watchin' (CHOIR): "Two faces, one mask, the truth she swallows" (RAP): Behind closed doors, your cruelty was shockin' [Verse 3 - Intense Climax - 2:50-3:35] [building intensity, emotional peak] Then images flooded in, I saw the tree, the crash, Saw you trapped in the wreckage, bleeding out fast Papa was paralyzed, I was just a kid alone, Every time for hours, completely overthrown I begged Papa, "Do something! Call the police!" But he was helpless too, couldn't find peace By your third time he said: "She'll come back, just wait..." Yeah, after the third time you had broken me complete, I didn't want you to return, accept defeat That was the end of my childhood, right then and there, Been emotionally dead for decades, gasping for air Well, Papa eventually left for good one day, And then I was alone with you, no getaway Decades later I brought the subject up, it's true, Your answer? "That you remember it that way... sorry for you..." See, Mom, nowadays I know what to call it all: Cruelty, psychological abuse, emotional blackmail, Gaslighting, manipulation, neglect—the whole detail But it's ancient history, water under the bridge, they say... [Final Chorus/Outro - 3:35-4:00] [full choir, emotional resolution] (CHOIR): "Saint in public, demon in the shadows" Tell me, Mom, you still playin' saint for the crowd? Who's your victim now? I still have nightmares about you every night, And my life is... despite all efforts... not quite right (Mmmm... yeah... mmmm...) [piano and choir fade] [peaceful resolution] [fade to silence]
