No Kiddin

 Who am I kiddin?

My brother rode a tricycle

My pa did the checks

My ma hatched the eggs

I was a rebel on my own term

Once I rode the coastal car

Down to the sea of Hatt's

Where my first love and I collide

And swore by the ocean to never leave each other

But that was eons ago

I grow up ever since

My pa doin the chickens

My ma still hatched the eggs

And my brother, goin out lots

With two slaves and a drunken pal

Not to find love but to find life

He'd be singin in bars

Swingin from one place to another

I do paperwork now

Clean businesses

I be working 'til night

I don't wear collars

It be lookin foolish and confusin

And I'd be failin a lot

To get to where I should be

Another love comin up

I have learned not to swear on anythin, anymore

So it flows on

I can only hope it flows to the sea

Who am I kiddin?

There are no surprises

Just changes

Slight changes

But the family stays

I know I was born to be somethin

I ain't gonna waste it on checks and eggs

I be makin my pa and ma proud

Maybe someday, I'll build a bar

So my brother could sing

So he could find a roof of his own

And pass it to anyone who needs a hand

Of becoming who they want to be

Without even havin to kid themselves

And by the time I done it

I'd be sayin,

"Well, bro,

no kiddin."