Every Rose

They said crooked eyes, crooked teeth crooked path
My vision got blurry, I didn't smile you do the math
My momma at work my momma at school
My father working on, not sleeping in his drool
Iron fist, foot, fury, how he ruled
Second curry at every school
My brother, two years older
Set the mold I suppose
I follow those toes although
Truth be told
We are complete opposites
Seemed to compete constantly
Fight every chance we get
Typical sibling shit but
It seems the bond never really healed
Maybe in each other we see
What we hate about our father
Conversations why bother
Arguments about fodder
Completely Insignificant
But it's always gotta be some shit
So anything he likes I don't
So I don't have to compete with him
Nothing was my own
If it was all owned by him

We chose to let go
Held on to every rose
Thank god for what we had
The smell lets me know

I been on a mission of self destruction since my birth
What's my worth
Never felt valuable
But always felt used
Chose sides or I won't give you no ride
Say you see night in that blue sky
Stressed out at nine years old
Kept the stress in
An ulcer eating at my insides
I kept that shit in
Glasses, braces grinning
Always thought I was winning
Didn't know any different
Not till you get old
Do you see the difference
The pain of young parents
Becomes the pain of their kids
The pain of not having shit is
The fear of raising yours the same
Just cause you can
Do you give them more
Instill a fear in them
That you had back then
You grow and evolve
This life is a revolving door
It ends before you know it
Bestow upon them
The knowledge obtained
In your travels
Maybe then we Can see a change in things