close you eyes an listen,

close you eyes an listen,
this is my position,
i'm always reminicsing,
about my past.....you see,
it wasnt sweet but more so like some sweet and low,
not sweet at all but bitter,
which drives me for bigger figures,
I never pictured a young boy wrecking with his father,
thinking back in time and looking at his face could be a bother,
I love him so,
still though he called the cops on me,
saying he was submissive I put him in that position,
why and how.....
tell me right now...
whats the reason,
i aint fight for no reason,
my mothers weeping,
what kind of son would i be,
to watch her take a beating.
by my dads fist claimin now that im beating now,
its foul,
how the tables could turn....
everything i been through,
i think damn,
we live and learn,
emotional trauma,
could hit your life like osama,
but im just keeping it cool,
like i am dalai lama 
that story untold happen 6 years ago,
the aftermath left my brothers cold,
now you know a lil history about my past,
which is pointing why I need to go to school at last,