Sad Story

A sad story, might find it boring

Lost his mum to a drug named Heroin

Father's gone, so grandma's left with everything

Two grandkids and a daughter's coffin

I never really knew him when he was growing up

But I assumed that it was a little fucked

No parents for him to look up to

Just a brother whom I knew was a dodgy fuck

Shit, I used to think he was a dick

Tried too hard to fit

And never grow out of it

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much

He's probably given up, given up

I think he's had enough, had enough

'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much

He's probably given up, given up

I think he's had enough, had enough

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Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

Never left his home town

That's what probably did it

Never saw the other worlds

That he didn't want to go and get it

Occupied by fitting in where minds

A small west, small things

Make the small things feel so tall

Will he ever change?

Well apparently

He reapplied for college and was waiting for his grades

It wouldn't help his case

Oh, I couldn't ever say

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much

He's probably given up, given up

I think he's had enough, had enough

'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much

He's probably given up, given up

I think he's had enough, had enough

'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

But wait my life's out, a night out

Brothers in town, some doubt, a few fights

Now kicked out clubs, shit the suns up

One look's all it took for his girl to cuss at another

Dudes being dudes

They blow at the chest to impress these breasts

That'd just started this mess

They must protect the damsel in distress

So other girl's man decides to clench his fists

And then he threw and missed

Brother's hit, as did his

Dropped him quick, then one kick to the head

Oh shit other man is dead

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much

He's probably given up, given up

I think he's had enough, had enough

'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much

He's probably given up, given up

I think he's had enough, had enough

'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

And now he's locked away

Twenty-one years of age

How many lives must go to waste?

As far as graves

Until I see some fucking change

And I don't even know how

We continue to

Fight one another now

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much

He's probably given up, given up

I think he's had enough, had enough

'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much

He's probably given up, given up

I think he's had enough, had enough

'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much

He's probably given up, given up

I think he's had enough, had enough

'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck