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| Verse 1: He was young at 16/ Never innocent but didn't really decieve/ Boys will be boys and he was one indeed/ He had a bright future, or so he believed/ Until one day a twisted wish brought him misery/ Life as he knew it was suddenly over/ But shit would get worse as he grew older/ Conscience got colder/ And he did it all without his moms knowin'/ You see his dad died and he blamed himself/ Believes in his heart he made a deal with the devil/ And because of that, he's destined for hell/ A moment of anger became his death knell/ He's dyin' real slow with total disregard/ Like he wants to take us with him when he goes to the graveyard// Hook (Repeat 2x): All of this over an irrational wish/ You don't have the power to play God's hand/ You were just a kid, now grow up and be a man/ Take responsibility, choose a new path/ You don't have the power to lay God's Plan// Verse 2: Growing up as a little young buck/ My uncle was my hero and I was always stuck/ Right by his side/ Cuz he was Superman to me--no exaggeration or lie/ I tried to reside in his eyes as inspiration to keep the fight/ To extinguish the fire so his demons would die/ But his repitition of lies made him a guy I came to despise/ A guy that I couldn't even get myself to like/ Fried his mind by gettin' high/ His vice is chasin' the dragon/ Might as well just cut the brakes on the wagon/ Damn, it's saddening'to see somethin' so tragic// Hook (Repeat 2x): All of this over an irrational wish/ You don't have the power to play God's hand/ You were just a kid, now grow up and be a man/ Take responsibility, choose a new path/ You don't have the power to lay God's Plan// Verse 3: Syringes and AIDS has become your persona/ Inject the snakes venom, strong as a cobra/ Roam around the 'River fiendin' for the liquid/ Never ever even entertained the thought of kickin'/ You're slippin' quicker, did you intend to visit prison?/ You'll be flippin' and trippin' like a bitch/ A snivelin' wimp/ When some dude gets you sick from lickin' his dick/ Why did shit have to go down this way?/ Why couldn't you stay legit and make that life change?/ Were the drugs more important than seein' a sober day?// |
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