The bias of the father runs on through the son. And leaves him bothered and bewildered. The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit. At the face staring back in the mirror. How can he tell a good act from the bad. He can't even remember his name. How can he do what needs to be done. When he's a follower not a leader. The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl. Leaving her small and helpless. Liquor files through her brain with the force of a gun. Leaving her running in circles. How can she tell a good act from the bad. When she's flat on her back in her room. How can she do what needs to be done. When she's a coward and a bleeder. The man if he marries will batter his child. And have endless excuses. The woman sadly will do much the same. Thinking that it's right and it's proper. Better than their mommy or their daddy did. Better than the childhood they suffered. The truth is they're happier when they're in pain. In fact that's why they got married.