here's the life of an adolescent whose needs were neglected, so he chose to be left/
alone in his own development, tears were the supplement, and his pain was to be test/
motherless he had no shoulder to cry on, father ran away no figure to rely on, uncle molested/
the boy till he was the age of nine and ran living as an orphan, why the fuck didn’t mommy have an abortion?/
the cold hearted soul he molded himself into, had to steal to feed the hunger of an empty stomach/
wasn’t the way he chose to live, but the hand had been dealt, but believe this isn’t what he wanted/
he grew on the streets, in abando's, grew up mixed with drugs, pimps, and hoe's, but he never fronted/
he knew what he was and had become, and at the age of 13 he said fuck it and went for the sum/
but the sum wasn’t money, it was a "point" and as he lay there sick, he waited for the end to come/
but one wasn’t enough and he chased it for another couple of months, relied on a couple of cunts/
no money for cigs but he could pick up some butts, and when he looked at his arms there were a couple of cuts/
but the tracks didn’t matter, he needed to live faster, and he knew just exactly what he was after/
the pain came and once stopped his bladder, couldn’t shit for days, and in his head was clatter/
he tried detox and rehabs, but nothing was working, monkey on his back that just wasn’t jerking/
at the age of 16, he was a blown out junky, sick of being sick, and tired of his body always hurting/
it was the end and he knew it was done, pulled out the gun, and there goes another son/
