break the cycle

Its late at night and I'm home alone
No one to talk to and no one to phone

Just stir in my thoughts and bubble and stew
And daydreaming bout the one who got through

I have some serious issues Im embarrassed to say
All the things I have witnessed, way back in the day

From punches to mom's and slit wrists arent so nice
Me not being a man and acting more like some mice

Should have stepped right up and blew the bastard away
And saved my family headaches that came every day

People hiding in crawlspaces and waiting to pounce
Its no wonder why  I now smoke weed by the ounce

Shreaks of the night once filled with such peace
Has turned itself into a punch throwing feast

So climb out my window and scoot down a tree
The only help for my mother is stupid ole me

Calling  the cops and saying the same old shit
My mom's being smacked, its her teeth being spit

Being a 10 year old man whos head of the house
And learning how to do it from such a huge louse

If i go on to do what I learned as a child
My goddamn house would be freaking wild

I shall never hurt or lay but even a finger
But touch my family again, your pain will linger

I have no quarrels with a life behind bars
It would be better then my baby with scars

The ones deep inside and surrounded by flesh
But when they are around they are passed to the next