(Verse 1)
It was the quiet that brought out his excuses/
He came alive with silence as he thought out his solutions/
To himself he was a nuisance to me a step from freedom/
But couldn’t bring himself to do it/ to himself he was useless/
He found his high in writing/ a fiend to his music/
A teacher to a pen and paper dictating to his students/
It wasn’t the destination/ to him it was the journey/
It wasn’t that he had patience he just hated to hurry/
He debated the flurry of voices that plagued his thoughts/
He hated the scurry of choices that said you need a job/
fighting conformity/ he stood above the pack/
Transparent in flawed poetry/ he wore emotion like tracts/
Away from home was where his home is/ no one notice/
A stone throw from being homeless/ and being in focus/
And as he spoke with wisdom inside the cries of confusion/
I stood eye to eye with him and sworn that I knew him/

I’ve known what you know/ I’ve been where you’ve been/
I lived how you lived/ I’ve sinned how you sinned/
Downtrodden and scorned/ I’ve been their before/
I’ve carried my crosses/ and I’ve worn my thorns/

(Verse 2)
Her past is relevant in a situation like this/
It passed from her parents and she passed it to her kids/
It was an explosion of emotions/ that left hearts broken/
It’s a destructive pattern/ that shattered and left eyes open/
Her kids could hear the screams/ there hearts the hardest hit/
When they cant lay in bed and dream/ cause of the arguments/
they remember/ the fear of her temper/ but the warmth of her hug/
She kept them together/ and always restored the love/
She promised her self she’d never be like her parents/
Never let her anger get careless/ Never lose her marriage/
But she looks in the mirror and resembles what she hated/
her kids live in fear like she did and now she’s devastated/
She drops to her knee’s and hopes its not to late/
Her heart breaks/ cause the same curse is in her sons face/
But the kids are grown/ on there own/with a generation curses/
anger fills the home/ and I know I’ve known this person/
I’ve known what you know/ I’ve been where you’ve been/
I lived how you lived/ I’ve sinned how you sinned/
Downtrodden and scorned/ I’ve been their before/
I’ve carried my crosses/ and I’ve worn my thorns/

I’ve known what you know/ I’ve been where you’ve been/
I lived how you lived/ I’ve sinned how you sinned/
Downtrodden and scorned/ I’ve been their before/
I’ve carried my crosses/ and I’ve worn my thorns/

(Verse 3)
He loved once and fought hard to keep it/ he couldn’t leave it/
He strung his heart along and still tried to find the secret/
He trudged into a quiet apartment/ and his heart split/
Left his shoes on the carpet/ he’s drained and lethargic/
Work was the farthest thing from his mind/ he wanted to provide/
and come home to his daughter who had his eyes/
He wanted love to flourish he worked hard for his family/
But his love wasn’t nourished and fairytales came crashing/
He gave all of himself and tried to give everything else/
she dealt aggravation and didn’t care what he felt/
So they parted ways and brokenhearted days had followed/
He took his mothers spared bedroom and waited for tomorrow/
I watched him live day to day waiting for his next mistake/
I have the same glass heart and still I resent the break/
I’ve felt his burden/ his hurting/ I fought his serpents/
He was a servant of servants/ I’ve known him for certain/

I’ve known what you know/ I’ve been where you’ve been/
I lived how you lived/ I’ve sinned how you sinned/
Downtrodden and scorned/ I’ve been their before/
I’ve carried my crosses/ and I’ve worn my thorns/