Reality
We try to hide the bad shows from littlies,
keep it rated G.
wanna see that scary movie?
You gotta be seventeen.
But who protects these kids from seeing their own shot in the streets?
Who puts the age limit on how old you can be to start losing family?
Who censors the little ones from having to watch the back of daddy,
as he walks out the door,
mommys screaming on the floor.
Smoke clouds in the den,
choking the children,
it doesn't matter to mama cause she's getting away.
The struggle's too much,
she gets high everday.
As time goes by, pipes and needles replace those ashtrays.
Bottles stocked in the cabinets,
she throws a few shots back,
smokes her way through a pack,
just to sleep for a few hours,
saying when she wakes up she'll get her life on track.
But it never works out how we plan it,
she flew into the sky but never landed.
the cycle continues,
repeats with the drug use
and alcohol abuse.
The children left neglected,
one girl and one boy left unprotected.
At fourteen, he decides to take responsibility.
He gets himself a gun,
starts making his own income,
makes sure his little sister always has her homework done, teaches her how to be a woman.
He's twice the man his father ever was,
despite her faults,
his mothers the only woman he'll ever love,
his sister the only girl he'll ever trust,
and he's content with this world although its a small one.
He's eighteen when things start crashing down,
when in the kitchen his mother's lifeless body is found,
with a failed liver,
& in her hand a bottle of crown.
Still two days later he makes it to graduation,
but he's barely there grabbing his diploma with indignation,
Angry that at home on the table is his mothers unmoved invitation, forgetting he still has his sister in the crowd looking to him as inspiration.
Five years later he's struggling to get by living paycheck to paycheck,
a college dropout trying to get into tech.
His sister's sixteen,
with so many hopes and dreams.
An honor student doing her best to stay out the street.
She wants to be the rose that grew from concrete,
with plans to go off to a university,
major in psychology.
She'll take care of her brother,
buy a head stone for her mother.
Her junior year, she meets a boy who changes her life,
he says all the right things, there's never any strife,
he tells her he wants her as his wife.
Six month later she's pregnant with his kid
but he denies that it's his.
He walks out and she knows she can't afford another mouth
in their house
so she takes care of it.
She steals the money from her brother,
to pay for her visit to the clinic,
gets rid of the growing seed in her stomach.
She can't take the guilt,
this conscience that she's built.
Her brothers working all the time,
to busy to notice her decline.
Its her senior year & grades are slipping,
every night she dreams about trains ripping
through her body.
She wants it to be real,
she no longer wants to feel
this pain.
So one day she goes through the drawer,
finds her brothers gun,
locks the bathroom door
and splatters her own brains all over the floor.
Her brother comes home to find his sole reason to live,
laid out
he begs her to forgive,
him not being there when she needed it,
for failing in how he treated her.
He watches her body be bagged and carried away,
misses work laying in bed for the next three days.
On the fourth night after her passing,
he finally leaves his apartment and hails a taxi.
He has the driver take him to a bar,
where he drinks away the pain not thinking about tomorr-ow.
It's 3am when he staggers down the street,
barely able to control the movement of his feet,
he looks neither way as he crosses and the driver of a pickup just happens to be just as drunk as he,
the headlights the last thing he sees before the truck ends his being.
It's an hour before anyone calls the police, & by then his heart has stopped beating completely.
keep it rated G.
wanna see that scary movie?
You gotta be seventeen.
But who protects these kids from seeing their own shot in the streets?
Who puts the age limit on how old you can be to start losing family?
Who censors the little ones from having to watch the back of daddy,
as he walks out the door,
mommys screaming on the floor.
Smoke clouds in the den,
choking the children,
it doesn't matter to mama cause she's getting away.
The struggle's too much,
she gets high everday.
As time goes by, pipes and needles replace those ashtrays.
Bottles stocked in the cabinets,
she throws a few shots back,
smokes her way through a pack,
just to sleep for a few hours,
saying when she wakes up she'll get her life on track.
But it never works out how we plan it,
she flew into the sky but never landed.
the cycle continues,
repeats with the drug use
and alcohol abuse.
The children left neglected,
one girl and one boy left unprotected.
At fourteen, he decides to take responsibility.
He gets himself a gun,
starts making his own income,
makes sure his little sister always has her homework done, teaches her how to be a woman.
He's twice the man his father ever was,
despite her faults,
his mothers the only woman he'll ever love,
his sister the only girl he'll ever trust,
and he's content with this world although its a small one.
He's eighteen when things start crashing down,
when in the kitchen his mother's lifeless body is found,
with a failed liver,
& in her hand a bottle of crown.
Still two days later he makes it to graduation,
but he's barely there grabbing his diploma with indignation,
Angry that at home on the table is his mothers unmoved invitation, forgetting he still has his sister in the crowd looking to him as inspiration.
Five years later he's struggling to get by living paycheck to paycheck,
a college dropout trying to get into tech.
His sister's sixteen,
with so many hopes and dreams.
An honor student doing her best to stay out the street.
She wants to be the rose that grew from concrete,
with plans to go off to a university,
major in psychology.
She'll take care of her brother,
buy a head stone for her mother.
Her junior year, she meets a boy who changes her life,
he says all the right things, there's never any strife,
he tells her he wants her as his wife.
Six month later she's pregnant with his kid
but he denies that it's his.
He walks out and she knows she can't afford another mouth
in their house
so she takes care of it.
She steals the money from her brother,
to pay for her visit to the clinic,
gets rid of the growing seed in her stomach.
She can't take the guilt,
this conscience that she's built.
Her brothers working all the time,
to busy to notice her decline.
Its her senior year & grades are slipping,
every night she dreams about trains ripping
through her body.
She wants it to be real,
she no longer wants to feel
this pain.
So one day she goes through the drawer,
finds her brothers gun,
locks the bathroom door
and splatters her own brains all over the floor.
Her brother comes home to find his sole reason to live,
laid out
he begs her to forgive,
him not being there when she needed it,
for failing in how he treated her.
He watches her body be bagged and carried away,
misses work laying in bed for the next three days.
On the fourth night after her passing,
he finally leaves his apartment and hails a taxi.
He has the driver take him to a bar,
where he drinks away the pain not thinking about tomorr-ow.
It's 3am when he staggers down the street,
barely able to control the movement of his feet,
he looks neither way as he crosses and the driver of a pickup just happens to be just as drunk as he,
the headlights the last thing he sees before the truck ends his being.
It's an hour before anyone calls the police, & by then his heart has stopped beating completely.