I lay here wondering why my father is yelling at brother
He is good to his father and mother
My mother comes in stumbling from the door
Mama had to much to drink once more
Father falls down drunk as a skunk
Brother crying like it is his last one
I see my mother stumble to my brother
She swings and hits
Falls down and lays an arm around my head
I was only 3 that day
Jesus took me away
But because responsiblity went out the door
I lay on the floor
The only one standing now is my 5 year old brother
With a gun in hand
Mommy and daddy thought we went to bed
Instead we played cops and robbers
I was a robber and guess who won
Well the only one who realized what he had done
Lost his life that day because of a gun
