Envision, Pt. I (Genesis)

"Beware, my son
Don't turn away from your place
Your heir will have a special gift
He'll need you"

I was raised with the burden
Of being the first-born child
Too bad for me 'cause my
Previous two brothers died at birth

For the first years I was
My father's favorite boy and I have
Never forgiven him for quit being so
Not even at his deathbed

I always had an unruliness
Deep in my core
But I could never be authentic
In my revolutions

My desperation led me to
A marriage of getaways
Our dirty realities were the only things
We have ever had in common

I finished my life as how I started
And I've lived most of the time
Fleeing from the frontlines

My stories were always classified
As the stories of incompetents
I've used the fools hat

Having a child was another escape
I wanted to buy my heaven's pass
To make room for a new life

But I didn't expect that when I put
My eyes on that child
My heart would beat deeply

To hold my son
In arms that can reveal
A love I've never felt
To really want to be
Someone who
Can face life with clean hands
With my head held upward
But I've failed

"The wife and I tried to play house for a while
This lasted until the day the whispering words I thought I heard in a nightmare, after a drinking binge, made ​​sense.
At that time the boy was at school and brought home a drawing.
It was a house divided in rooms.
In one of them was a woman lying down, curled up, her hair dishevelled.
In another was a man with a beard, tie, but wearing a pair of shorts with its empty pockets out. Farther, was another man, a little younger, beside some luggage."

Believe what he will tell you
And help him with any trouble
Beware of the disunity
'Cause the regret will be deadly

He made many paintings and writings
But there were complaints from school
Saying the other kids were scared
They were keeping away

The first beating was very intense
Like I was discharging something
Alive or dead, I won't forgive myself
For not understanding his gift