The sin of the father is the sin of the son

From, anger, to greed, to lust, every family has one

But to better ourselves and our own families

We try to be better, though it brings us to our knees

Crippling

Debilitating

Exasperating

Though we try to be better, genetics and us

Work together as well as an old blunderbuss

In the hands of a fool, none the wise

To the power it holds, which is others demise

We think all we hurt is ourselves through our folly

Though we inspire less Serotonin than a heart after molly

Easily broken the cycle is not

Love mixed in with genetics sinister plot

Is what makes it so tough to change our ways

Since when times are hard we turn to family’s loving rays

They’re warm and they’re kind

and your goal is hidden behind

A shroud of support from familial cohorts