I got left to rot alone
without one second thought
I now give you a truth
I was never taught
I was one crazy kid
ain't that just the truth
so here I reminse
about my crazy youth
I was out on streets at night
playing those dangerous games
but in my brothers coffin
the past just turned to flames
I don't talk about the good times
for the dark keep shining through
as I sit and tell the truth
of the dark place that I grew
I rode on stolen bikes
I fought for worthless pride
mistakes they took there toll
that day my brother died
I sniffed that can of gas
just like those other thugs
I sat just getting high
on someone else's drugs
but if I could go back,
and do my time again
I would write something so different
in these lines I wrote in pen
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