My brother...

A guest of the state for far too long  
 
Is he just misunderstood, messed up; does it matter?
In the end he doesn't mean anyone harm
 
He's in, he's out, then it's back to the same old mess
 
I really wish there was some advice I could give
Something I could do to help
 
He just doesn't know what's required out here ... he's forever confused and fucked up with fear
 
Never learned to read nor write and it's he who's been charged with crimes ... that kind of just don't seem right?
 
He still looks under rock ... searching for flowers
 
Hoping to find that one woman who'll support and empower
 
I feel for him but what can I do; I've got my own mess to police ...  my crimes are still fresh too
 
The truth while sad helps me to know my place
 
The Moral: You can't save everyone so run your own race
 
My brother