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im gonna recite a tale
of a man who succeeded and failed, through hardship prevailed
but darkness was overwhelming his realm and he ended up nailed
from running an enterprise, to living on benefits and up in the sky
It was no surprise - He went to an alley and bought supplies
Thats the moment he brought disguise
4 A*s at the age of eighteen
he was attached to perfecting routine, to damn perfect like a machine
now including more toxins along with morphine
Although All under control and at his feet
He completed more courses so he could pack his resource a
and ride on the wagon pulled by the army of headless horses
at 20 he opened his sport store
and it werent long before he scored that beatiful chord
the girl of his dreams, that all mandem adored
But he joined gangs and went to war
Like a poison fang, with his boys all around him bang bang
viscious recreation of the taliban clan
They used guns but he used his hands
Hooked on Shit in little white bags
he wouldnt even share with comrades
the evil grin as he rolled the fags
his sins repeated as he cheated as he slept with slags
All downhill little by little, the stone in the lake - the ever expanding ripple
His addiction was driving him ill
every night depriving him of meals
he'd sit down and start feasting on handfuls of pills
crackhead soldier, he'd beat his enemies
then dive for the kill
Life wasnt the real deal, he was in a fantasy
like a drunk on skunk behind the madman's fury and zeal
Rehab didnt work, turned away by his church
the priest thought he was trouble and kicked him out on the double
and fucking all mighty only made his pain worse
deep down he was hurt, hed grab his punch bag and go berserk
or stay up late at night creating his verse
cos he positions other than coming first
If Emos were emotional and they hurt themselves
then he was the opposite - hed send them to hell
Looked up to major national heroes
became a good man, but fell back to zero
he didnt mean to do what he done
but he done what he did, and when when they run with a gun
all hell begun, as he crept in the shadows
summoning his ammo
as innocent civilians burned in the sun
worried his policy,
and his tore up his prophecy
so he could start with a clean slate
with a clean slate, but heaven started the debate
and for his sake, angels fell from the skys
he tried not to cry but asked
the angels to drop raindrops into his eyes
Despite beginning from fresh
he only started his test, and witnessed the burden upon his chest
a beautiful girl who was six years old and wore that dress
shot by thieves, he was supposed to assume he was blessed?
and his wifey in coma, 24 years old with an english diploma
lightning rose in his eyes as he became possessed
fighting the lies, he smelt the scent of his girls aroma
reminiscing the days at the lake, his wife and his mates
acting so poor, they lived on estates.
He worked hard from 9 to 8
dealing out numerous packets
after a battle, hed raid the opposing mens jackets
threatened by boys, but they simply were unable to hack it
He moved from grass to needles
stopping bypassing people in the streets he was a druggy
a weevil, sucked up into the black hole of evil slipping and sliding down the dangerous steeple
He begged the lord for mercy and his lifes retrieval
like a bad graph his life was torn
ups to downs from the day he was born
Heart pure with love
but a mind full of thorns
and in his right hand a weapon for sure
he didnt know if could longer endure this fucked life that was tampered and obscure
but in his left a photo, that brought him back to reality
as he wandered the streets in messed up mentality
he was lost in the beats and the new life approaching brutality
he couldnt ride the roller coaster of life
and aimed for his temple with the barrel of a loaded revolver
every time he dropped the misleading life solver
one pop and the bleak future was over.



