The Trauma Model

A child sits alone and listens to his mother cry

About how she wants to die

Because she cannot provide

And her children sleep together

Because it's so cold outside

And she don't know that he hears her

But she keeps him up all night

And his sisters will be mothers like her

And his brothers absent fathers like theirs

He'll grow up to shoot some men

So in turn he'll get shot back

My bullet wounds start to ache I predict rain

And that's pain

A child laid alone couldn't sleep, she'd toss and turn fidgety and finicky

Like the skin she was in burned

And her father had to teach her what a mother only should

And it took her further than any college degree could

But it was just no good

What the boy liked the most

Was the way she never let it show

And since he found her body he just sits out on the coast

All alone with the oceans moan

Skipping stones with her ghost

And that's pain

Its the motherfuckin' boogeyman

I drop to my knees and pray that I can change my ways

Ive been watching people die since I was a boy

My own life don't even matter to me

Imagine how I feel about yours

Growing up just means a game

Where two kids fight over a weapon

And the loser is slain

You best be man enough to squeeze the gun

Right in his heart because his head

Won't always get it done

And that's pain

Pain ain't the scars or the cuts, pain is when you know you're not enough

Pain is possessing no trust, pain is when you don't feel what you touch

Pain ain't shooting a man dead, its afterward what happens in your head

Pain is when you never ever scare

And you see and hear things that aren't there