It hadn’t been the same for Steven at home
Girlfriends left at odd hours leavin him alone
All he wanted was a mother for his child
But each women went away along with his smile
It was all worthwhile before she passed
Now he surfs channels idly wishing he was in the past
In between programs they played conan, dogs and cats as villains
Cowboys and indians with his little friend was a great nights highlight
Now he wishes for a time of day that didn’t seem like twilight
One morning he had come home and found the house empty
Police stormed in within seconds acting rather unfriendly
Seems his kid had some enemies at school
Pestered by a few bullies cuz he didn’t break the rules
but he didn’t understand fully what he was trying to prove
Steve remembered him asking, “why do I have to be cool?”
All he told Brian was comparing yourself to others is what fools do
Brian thought he had a plan that was foolproof
That morning he grabbed his lunchsack and bag full of books
Running and stumbling like a hunchback, others laughed as they looked
He’d have the last one with Dad’s gun in a Transformers lunchbox
He had asked em not to make fun when they’d bunch up ‘n talk
Not a single thought brought opposition to a hammer cocked back
No idea his father’d go to the slammer for leavin the lock off his gat
Just two shots and a splat, blood painted the walls
Because the hatred held inside hadn’t been resolved
All Steve wanted to do was leave these demons behind
Tried reaching inside to find some reason to live doing time
If it popped off he’d pause and drop, avoiding the shots
But he got called out for it soon by his boys on the block
Told him to make a move next time or get killed
So he tested a knot with his neck, no blood spilled
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