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Cardboard Boxes
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This is a song about memories. very emotional song
Hi, im cody. a guy with a guitar and some special effects. i write musicon the guitar when i find inspiration. its all good in the hood they say. im looking to meet people on here to networkwith, maybe collaborate with:)
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #514
Peak in subgenre #55
Author
words pillagedfaith tellingzbeats music
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lowmans on lyrics
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December 21, 2010
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:58
Story behind the song
this is about my mom
Lyrics
i keep having this dream of 50,000 boxes each holds a memory could it be a mystery? never enigmatic always adventure-tastic as i sort through this mountainous pile of cardboard boxes theres a point while i'm diving in that brings out a childhood memory from somewhere within this small cardboard container i flashback to a scene when i was 8 mom was on a rant about her "pain in the ass" retainer wow, i say to myself in observation from teh 3rd person point of view. i was always somewhere else then i realize that its just who really i am. the distant force of love that simply wants to be held near. it always finds me here in the deepest part of my dreams the beauty that i see makes me wish to always sleep to be found in the deepest part of my dreams she was a mother by heart, she was always there, she'd do what she could to make sure of that i'll always appreciate the times when i felt alone she'd be right there. it was a hard blow when she passed away its been 5 years i still miss her every day. she was my momma cuz you only get one. there's no one who could ever take her place. its nice to have a picture when i miss her face. sometimes the day gets hard so i take a mental break try to hear her say that she loves my brothers and me that we're her special little guys that no matter what she'll never be more than a phone call away. kinda funny the way things work out in the end. life isn't going to be all that easy and i never made it any better.. it always finds me here in the deepest part of my dreams the beauty that i see makes me wish to always sleep to be found in the deepest part of my dreams the flashback returns to this mound of cardboard boxes.. i'm pilfering through slower now, still in thought of what i've seen if i had known back then i would have tried harder to have been a better son to a mother in need but i gotta keep pushing on in this dream i come to another box painted really nice and as i hold it, it opens up i flashback to a scene when i was 19 when we found out she had cancer i remember breaking down that night when i found myself alone in my room i was so scared of what i knew and how i knew that her life was through long before the tests proved this true i felt this rip inside and the color i saw from then on was blue
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