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When most folks mention "family" you hear
"they are doing well," they brag and boast,

I am going to tell u what I think of most.

My family is crazy, and there aint nothing going on,
oh yeah there is, but it is always something wrong.

Like my pop, he rolled out a long time ago,
my sister and brother both had weddings and he didn't even show.

I can't really blame him for that,
if you really look at our family and see how we act.

We got so much mess, this poem could lead to a book,
about the mental illness, deception, the lies, and all the drugs that have been took.

Some folks in the family get real mad about the drugs and all,
cause they ain't frigin' junkies, they simply stick to alcohol.

And that is the real funny thing (you see),
cause it is "ADDICTION" you fools, there is no difference to me,
or anyone else.
Whether u get the drugs from the corner, the doctor, or the liquer off the shelf.
(and I drove myself half-crazy, when they'd tell me about myself)

I'd throw rocks and stones at the folks in the family that hurt me and I am wrong for that,
I'd cry myself to sleep at night wishing I could have taken what I've said back.

I really shouldn't do that to them, cause they do that to me,
it is a nasty vicious cycle and that I now see.

I see alot through my NOW SOBER eyes,
things I never noticed, or stopped to realize.

Like me being nasty and mad,
that isn't hurting them at all, it only makes me sad.

I got to rise up and be the better one,
cause this is only torment is punishing, and is not fun at all fun.

Doing battle with family, for what, for why?
They don't give a damn that u sit around and cry.

They haven't given a damn about nobody from the start,
Yeah through my later years in life I have become rather smart.

I just need to leave them alone,
I am a grown adult, I am no kid, I have a life of my own.

The best thing I can do for us all,
is keep them in my prayers, and just hang up when they get drunk and call.