Sad story,
my friend had borne and 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
* No parents for him to look up to
Just a brother whom I knew was a dodgy * *,
I used to think he was a dick
Tried too hard to fit it and never grew out of it
Now he don't talk too much,
talk too much He's probably giving up,
giving up
I think he's had enough,
had enough Cause he ran out a lot,
out a lot
Now he don't talk too much,
talk too much He's probably giving up,
giving up
I think he's had enough,
had enough Cause he ran out a lot,
out a lot
Never left his hometown,
so probably didn't ever saw the other world,
so he didn't wanna go and get it
Occupied by fitting in where minds are small,
where 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
Word that helped his case,
what I could've never said
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,
he still ran out of luck,
out of luck
Talk too much,
talk too much,
he's probably given up,
given up
I think he's had enough,
had enough,
he still ran out of luck,
out of luck
Oh,
wait,
no lies,
sat a night out,
brothers in town,
sent a doubt
A few fights now kicked out clubs,
hit the suns up
One look,
solid took from his girl to cuss at another
Dudes being dudes,
they blow at the chest to impress
These breasts that had just started this mess,
they must protect
Their damsel in distress,
so other girl's man decides to clench his fist
And then he threw a miss, brother's hit,
as did his
Dropped in quick,
then one kick to the head,
oh *,
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,
he still 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,
he still ran out of luck,
out of luck
Now he's locked away,
21 years of age How many lives must go to waste,
fathers graves
Until I see some * change,
and I don't even know why
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,
he still
ran out of luck, out of luck