It started with him, He who deserted me. He found more importance in drugs and non-stability. And like the dominos that fall through the night, So it flows, As each falcon takes it's flight. The next generation of our souless, Native-American men... Follow in pursuit, Though not as lucky as the one's before... He took his drugs, then hit the floor. What has he left? A brother left behind, feeling worthless and guilty, Worthless enough to continue the tradition... And now rests in jail... To blind to even see where he has failed. And if I were to say...to even beg him to look the other way, My voice would fall upon deaf ears... For then he'd have to face the greatest of his fears. Maybe if he'd have learned from where he came, Tried to rise above, He'd feel less blame. But it's hard to understand, More so when you're a man And all that you have to look up to in life, Is one forceful hand... When all of the legends in your life have done nothing but beat and rape, Suck down their drugs and saturate their lives... With nothing less then evil and hate. So, God if you might be listening... Please, hear me now And consider what I say.... Lift this curse, This I do pray... For the blood to be thin and pass my way... For this may be my son someday.....
Reason for writing:
I didn't write this as well as I wanted too...my emotions were too strong and made it difficult to put into words. My father is a loser and it seems that the males on my father's side seem to run that way (except for my brother). They all end up in jail or on drugs (or dead) and I just hope my own son doesn't turn out that way. I feel that being a male in my family must be hard because they are all so "tough". I guess to be a law abiding citizen would be a weakness...although that sounds stupid, I guess you would have to be in my shoes to understand.
Birth sign: Gemini
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