Brothers

Trying to raise my brothers,got no money and no fame,only fear,

that the time has come,that the day is near,

My mums tear running down her face,dad has walked out,

Left me in charge of this place,I'm trying to pick us up,

Whilst mums getting pisst,brothers asking about the slits on her wrists,

Yh life is deep,and life is hard,but I can't get lost in this time of stress,

Brothers looking up to me asking what to do next,all I can say is look away,

Be brave and strong for your mother today,all we need is to be strong for each other

Run the block,and raise money for one another,at the age of 5,

No one should be experiencing this life,but it happens,it's reality,

And all I ask,is you never judge a book by its cover,coz now she's gone,

and it's just me and my brothers.