| If I hadn’t been a quiet introspective kid
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| If I hadn’t been a nerd wouldn’t have met with him
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| If we hadn’t observed we be the best of friends
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| That preferred the spoken word to the toke and binge
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| If momma hadn’t died when I was young
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| Would me and sis have been so tight from jump
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| If dad had not lost his mind to a disease
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| Would I be up here askin ya’ll to notice me In the dark times didn’t know where the path went
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| I was close to the edge like Grand Master Flash said
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| It was the hands of my friends who held me back
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| Yes
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| Without them I’d MJ keep slide’n backwards
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| Or be a hypocrite like some others have been
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| If that and the other hadn’t happened
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| I don’t know that I’d be Brer Rabbit
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| Askin how many ifs between hero and has-been?
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| If I had only known that I would be a lamb to the slaughter
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| now I know
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| If I hadn’t grown up in the 80's
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| Experiencing the various things that made me Would I still be standing center stage
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| Trying to innovate new ways to demonstrate
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| If mommy daddy hadn’t turned off Mork and Mindy
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| To inform us divorce was pending
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| Would him and me have spent these 23 years in a frenzy
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| Moving back and forth with such forceful energy
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| I remember when I was a little baby
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| Lying there alone on my pillow casing
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| Upset already I could feel the aging
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| The urge to return was debilitating
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| And maybe I’m still afraid and need to Cry a little harder for the world of play things
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| Stop looking back on these silly day dreams
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| Sing along with me if you feel the same way
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| If I had known what awaited was unplanned
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| If I had known the blade was in a loved one’s hand
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| If I had known of the possible injury
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| If I had known the altar was meant for me Now I know nobody can predict events
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| Now I know there’s cracks in the picket fence
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| Now I know that something else can exist
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| Now I know a life can be built from this
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| If I had known emotions would still remain
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| If I had known that time wouldn’t heal the pain
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| If I had known the intent of the injury
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| If I had known the altar wasn’t meant for me Now I know there’s treasure hidden in these scars
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| Now I know there’s presence in an empty yard
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| Now I know what it took for me to survive
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| Now I know where to go to become alive |