trying out different styles, not so sure i like this peice that much, but might as well drop it

watching my steps

The boy

Shatterd glass, to me its basicly the sound of relief
for one second, steve, can be off my ass, good greif
hes just my stepdad, nothing to me, except paranoia
well thats all he gives me, and hes the size of a sequoia
plus he hits hard, and with my bad grades, i cant get far
he tells me im nothing everyday, while hes leavin the scars
he belongs behind bars, but im not gana be the one to rat him out
hes my moms husband, so respect is the only thing out of my mouth
he came from the south, lies and says its normal to take licks
he makes me sick, litterally my stomach cant take swift kicks
hes a dick, he wont even try to just be my friend
ever since the day i met him, my lifes been in a bend
i guess my mom likes him, so i dont tell her what he does to me
wouldnt wanna know what hed do if my mother would happen to see
ide have to flee, burn the bridges behind me, and loose all past
but to prevent that, ill just take another step, another day to last
takes his anger out on me, im scared every time he flexes is triceps
dont wana find out what its like when hes mad, so im watchin my steps


the step dad

I really cant stand my step-son, not an athlete, and doesnt hit the books
god didnt give him anything to work with, beleive me he cant get buy on his looks
and its fun to leave him shook, espeical when my tepors mild
i give a meaning to beating the unexpected step child
hes a liar, or atleast i expect him to be, theres nobody to see
just the way he treats me alone is the reason i make him bleed
and his mom....she dont know shit and if she did she wouldnt care
she knows where im coming from, the kid is allways in her hair
i know hes scared of me, and i know where he thinks the guns are kept
so instead of watching my own, my precisly watching my stepsons steps


the mom

Another fight, why wont the man just leave, i mean
ide kick him out, but i know what my son sees
i know they get along, hes the only friend he has
Steve treats him like his own, hes a great dad
but a horible husband, and a jerk to just begin
my son and him are close, i guess, he wins
My son got beat up again, another dreadfull day at school
i only know what he tells me, hes explained hes not cool
but for somereason he likes it there, he loves to learn
i admit hes not that bright, but his mind dieing to yearn
and the bruises on his back are appaling, im afraid of what i might do
pull my kid from school, just to help his health so he doesnt die soon
dont know whats in his mind, and where is thoughts are kept
so im looking back, at what went wrong and my sons previous steps

The boys going down the wrong road, you reap what you sow
but to hurt the mom and damage her mind she must know
but how, only one way out, or will time just tell
eachone thinking about someone, the boy is thinking about hell
he just lets his wounds swell and takes another days reps
and to determin his fate, he just watches his next step

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