A Puerto Rican father, an Italian mother
Born in Brooklyn sometime around the summer
With my little baby brother we a family of four
Getting by, cause the family was poor
And before the family [?], we was all kinda happy
Before the divorce, before sadness would grab me
An evil in pops [?] kept her smiling
Channel 9, Thanksgiving, Monster Island
Zombies in front of the TV, a reality escape
Mom prays, her morality's at stake
Formality of faith was blind, but it saved us
From the chaos that awaited in the streets
Streets of New York was my pop's playground
Sadistic, selfish bastard that never stayed around
But it was all for the better though
Whenever we was left alone
Settle for whatever, mom said we gotta let it go
Oh oh oh, my world
It's getting much better
There's laughter instead of
Tears and sorrow
My world
Really is something
It's making my heart sing
It keeps my smiling
I had a crazy father, an even iller mother
Born in Flushing, Queens sometime around the summer
With my little baby brother, we a family of four
And ain't have jack shit, cause we was poor
And honestly, I don't even remember them being cool
They fought a lot, I think it taught me how to be a goon
And when they got divorced, we stayed with mom dukes
And they were better off apart and that's the hard truth
Got into music and comic books, a reality escape
Mom prays, her morality's at stake
Then she violently became religious
That's when I rebelled with hate
In the projects listening to Hell Awaits
And my pops was nowhere to be found, barely around
He started a new family across town
But it was all for the better though
Whenever we was left alone
Settle for whatever, mom said we had to let it go
Oh oh oh, my world
It's getting much better
There's laughter instead of
Tears and sorrow
My world
Really is something
It's making my heart sing
It keeps my smiling
Oh oh oh, my world
It's getting much better
There's laughter instead of
Tears and sorrow
My world
Really is something
It's making my heart sing
It keeps my smiling
