"The Path"
Psychologically molested
All of your plans detected
Try to hide from the truth
Like you did in your youth
When your parents asked “Who did this?”
You point to your lil’ bro or sis
And it’s weird, because they know
Who it was – they always do
But they go about their business, although
You know you’re going to get yours, too
Taking a knife to your mom
Thinking you’re “da bomb”
But your dad doesn’t listen to her
When she tries to tell him there’s
A homicidal maniac
In the back
Of our van and he just denies it
And threatens my mom again behind his
Back while he’s at work
My brother has always been a jerk
Have you ever felt that everyone’s after you?
Like all the objects in the world are pointed to
The target and you’re wondering what to do
But the bullet follows the path and then you’re screwed
Hanging out with the wrong crowd
Coming home and being loud
But my dad never woke up
To the sound of
My brother when all hell was breaking loose
And I’m wishin’ he’d bring out the noose
But no one knows what it feels like
To have a brother who always stole your bike
To ride down to the corner store
To hang out with the “big kids” some more
No one really cared
No one even dared
To cross HIS path
But he always found his way to the back
Of the closet where his target was hiding
And all I was doing was abiding
By the psycho’s rules to stay
Out of his way
When he was pissed, you couldn’t
Get near him and my mom wouldn’t
Say anything to him
When he brought in his gang of friends
Inside the house every day
All she did was offer Kool-Aid
It’s weird how I remember all of this
Isn’t it? Well, it’s from personal experience
And if I didn’t have a psycho for a brother
I’d probably be tellin’ some kind of other
Story about hardship and gettin’ through
The life I’ve been forced to
Live every day and I really wanna run away
I am always compared to him, and they
Always get the nerve up to say
Hey, ain't he your brother? He’s great
But when I’ve known him for over 16 years now
And he still hasn’t been kicked out the house
I’ve got to get away from the pain
Man, I can’t wait ‘till it rains
So I can make an easy escape
And live my life on a rampage
And be high on life instead of the other
I may be related, but I am NOT my brother
