Brothers (Age of Discontent)
To search for steel like a caddy in the rain for more games,
I worked the fields with my daddy until the day the war came,
I climbed up with our fathers in an entry of strict fate,
I signed up at their office and was ready to ship straight,
I blessed a blouse with stitches white as the cover frayed in time,
I left my house and kissed my wife as my brother stayed behind.
A weightless feather on deathless embers where the dead of nations are then burned,
He left us weathered and sent us letters with expectations to return,
I watched my Ma cry for the sinners that were sons when she bled through in the night,
I saw my Pa die in the winter that had come when it swept through like a pipe,
This is how our mother cried for sons that simply were just zilch,
And now my brother tries to come and trip me on his guilt.
I watched as my buddy and his simple wit had their heads smashed,
I fought for this country and this little shit should respect that,
Buy back blends of the hemp rope or just the peeled rubber nubs,
I had friends in the trench closer than my real brother was,
Sounds like a trap or half of sipped beers that are given to this kid,
Now that I’m back I have to sit here and listen to his shit.
I punched you over the unreal and cold from lost lands in the skies with seven sins and the truth,
I love you brother, but until you hold your mom’s hands as she dies, you’ve never been in my shoes.
I’ll take them over the unreal and cold from dead lands in the ice with seven sins and the truth,
I hate you brother, and until you hold your friend’s hands as he dies, you’ve never been in my shoes.