Polished Shit

I told my brother that I was scared of his anger last night
That I go to bed worried that he's finally going to dance to close to the edge
That he's going to piss off the wrong person or the wrong cop
My brother is imposing, impressive and far too swift to anger
His big meaty fists are used more than the brain between his ears
And in spite of this my brother would take off his shirt and give it to anyone who asked for it
His innocence is legendary and all he does is help others
But push him too far and I can see murder bloom in his eyes
I worry about if he goes to prison, our family is different than the people there
My brother with his blue eyes and big fists and his fire towards the world
Blue eyed gypsies are still just gypsies, no matter how white you look you're still just that
It's all an act, a shield to protect his gentle heart, his forest dweller soul
I'm scared for my brother and all he does is laugh and remind me
That once I was just like him with nothing but my firsts and a fire towards the world
That I have the same brand of violence in my veins as he does
That I have lost sight of where I have come from and how disgusting it is
He tells me that shit comes from shit and you can shine it all you want
And put it on a platter of gold and it will still just be shit
My brother calls me polished shit and tells me to swallow my fears
But I know him... He'd rather go down in a rain of bullets than ever be put in a cell
My brother is still my brother even when we fight
I don't know where to place this hurt in my chest
That my brother thinks I'm shit and all I think about is the fact
His rage is going to cost him his life some day.