Past Reconciliations
A father gunned down right in front of me, a flash of red
a life taken faster than the way the bullet sped
my mother snorted lines, but never paid attention to mine
riddled and ridiculed with doubt, she never commented on my rhymes
a sister who was susceptible to abuse she took it all in stride
a brother with anger issues to hellbent on avenging pride
now back to my father, the one who cared for his two sons and sole daughter
the one who worked all day to provide for his family, food and water
he never questioned wrongdoings just worked to correct them
so when he saw a gang roll up and send some shots he never expected em
my mother was already hanging loosely to sanity this pushed her over the edge
she sold and bought so much product its what left her dead
nose to table, cocaine to the head, maybe she should have used a different process instead
she was so crazy she grabbed that razor by its edge, these are the memories i choose to forget
my sister moved away, met a man and had some kids
never mistreating her daughter or calling her a bitch
she clothes feeds, never beats them
never locks them in the freezer or mistreats them
my brother moved away choosing to hold on to anger rather than progress
dropped out of school, never attempted college or attaining knowledge
hes into those same drugs my mother used to do
my brothers head is so screwed loose as result of the abuse
and me i got taken in starving, beaten barely breathin
told to forget the past bed of memories and instead focus on the ones I sleep in
Do i balance them out or cast them out, i guess that im passive now
a kid who grew up in violence but hates the description tragic, wow
so never say i haven't struggled i turn to this for reference
exhibit a past of memories to a future that i hope is perfected