Mother…
…me and you should take a walk for a minute…
Define gratitude, and complete tasks at hand unfinished…
Together, just you and me, aimed at life, both in unity…
Yet you hid the negative, problematic immunity…
Sent me in the jungle, without a knowledge of defeat…
Until I found it at my doorstep, slowly touching at my feet…
And I fell to its seduction, veins now flowed with relief…
Without knowing the streets, you said ‘come home wit me, please’…
Back on my feet, no booze or cheap money, and hardly smoking…
But…
It’s like they’re all the audience…the applaud sign always broken…
Cuz see I didn’t get recognition, no one seen any of my achievements…
I was still a druggie alcoholic… only an Ex added to the prefix…
But my mother did, so in a sense, our relationship did last...
But I didn't get a minute like this...for thanks...b4 she passed...

Brother…
…let’s chill and kick it for a minute….
Talk about girls, cars and life, the issues that are in it…
We used to talk a lot, comes to speech, you’re like a manic…
Yet now it’s Hello - Goodbye…our relationship’s mechanic…
My tendencies get intense at times, I'm sorry I got insane...
But bruises are skin deep...discipline's sticks in your brain...
I knew my path's outcome, I tried, yet you bleed more...
Stood with you at the crossroads, provide alternate detours...
But we lost something when, you started rebelling against...
...everyone and everything, broke on the street,ya money spent...
Remember when mom and dad split? You were so confused?...
Youth mind state, never blinded the truth, never refused...
But along this path, somewhere we lost touch, in time...
...you moved up, I stopped, blocked by the all the dollar signs...
I just wish you knew, an older brother was taught a lesson...
And I wish we had a minute like this...just one, just to reflect it...Father….
…allow me to be yourself for a minute….
Roles aside, allow me to feel what you felt in ya spirit…
Responsibility flips, sweat drips, understanding new lessons…
You live life for something higher…I’m clocked in at 40 seconds…
Defenseless, I rebelled, gained no control, they used to tell…
…never bite the hand that feeds…even if they control your life as well? ...
30 left…open chest, expose the heart you don’t apply…
Life denied, hopes die…somewhat in conjunction with your pride…
My father and me...a mere hairline crack in this family portrait....
Yet the shard is close to broken…matter of time before I forfeit…
Cept the keyhole's now slim....we just seemingly diminished...
Parallel lives spin whole digits....hopes falls, defy physics...
10 seconds left … I want to tell you all, explain my strife…
If you only took a minute like this … before I took my life