Czech it...
They go through their lives mechanically, trying to forget the past
Only the car reflects their hidden emotion, it's too loud, it's too fast
The pain lies deep inside, something they've supressed out of need
Unbeknownst to the fact they're starving emotion that needs to feed
Every time they walk past the table, they can't bring themselves to look
It seemed like yesterday Johnny was curled on the floor with a book
All the drugs they took, the therapy, knowing nothing was working
"It's not denial, you arrogant bastard! Can't you see I'm just hurting?!?"
No more flirting with the idea of letting him travel up to school alone
No more affectionate rolling eyes when he spilled ice cream from his cone
No more will they wake his lazy behind up out of the bed, acting mad
When all they really felt was love for him, through the good and the bad
And when the doubt set in, oooh, it was terrible, were they good enough?
Keeping him from all the bad things, teaching him how life can be tough
"Why didn't we know he would go? Why didn't we warn him?" they wept
"Why didn't we teach him more about life with the time we had left?"
They saw the car turning, it's engine burning, saw the owner was drunk
Saw their son get hit, flip bodily over, saw him fall down on the trunk
Saw his delicate frame hit the floor hard, violently striking hot cement
Rolled and lied sprawled-eagled in the middle of the road, his body bent
And just like that, Johnny was gone, and back to their present Hell
Where they only remembered his joy from having his first painting sell
Johnny was their life, their entire being, now just imagine their pain
When the only Johnny they had was on the table, in a picture frame
Later
This was a topical. I really liked it as I was writing it.
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=171359
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=170201
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