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** "STORY OF LITTLE JC" || (Addiction Cypher)** =[Dark/Sad]=
- Let me give a, proper introduction
- There was a kid that, couldn't really function
- Went to school all the kids always shunned him
- Never did work, 9 to 5 getting punched in
- Teacher's took him as a fool
- Schedule meetings with the principal, that's always in a bitter mood
- Yelling at him and deeming him unsensible
- Being talked shit, it's hard for him to rinse it all
- When he comes home, nothing really changes
- Cautious round' his father, cause he knows he gets dangerous
- Stepmom busy sniffing for a paycheck
- Happens on the daily, got him feeling all anxious
- So he leaves his house, until the nightfall
- Where the thugs, drug dealers and the crime walk
- He avoids the spots where they might chalk
- Out his life, he just does it to take his mind off
- But nothing works, his stomach tangled in knots
- And the way he would untie it is to swallow some shots
- He would wait til' his pops, bust a nut and get knocked
- Then go over the counter to pour a bottle of scotch
- If that ain't enough, he'd hit a lick on a store
- But only snatch the booze and the pills then he'd do it some more
- Liver rotten to the core,the only thing that he'd live for
- And when he's sober he's thinking about his next score
- Haven't even hit the age of 21
- See him slumped over, and he's dazed off of rum
- Dumbing out popping pills turning crazed goin' numb
- Coming home, pops hit em' beats his face like a drum
- Then he's done, throws a bottle of corona at the kid
- He's hoping for at least a small amount that he could sip
- But only a couple drops and the aroma he could sniff
- He knows it's not a lot but he chugs it down like it is
- Feeling like shit, when he wakes up in the morning
- Vision distorted, findin' some liquor he can pour in
- And nothing else's important, but the ethanol absorbing
- In his stomach, til' he vomits he isn't going to forfeit
- Looking through the dressers, withdrawals being a bother
- Peeping under, feeling hunger, it's all a part of the pover
- Ty, as he considers switching out to his other
- Vice, searching round he found a picture of his mother
- Started having flashbacks, it took him for a ride
- Just a juvenile, all young when he was 9
- Blood splatter on the tiles, got him feeling mortified
- Then he saw his mother with her finger on the .45
- Back to the present, realizing he's a fuck up
- Thinking bout' his actions and seeing what he's become of
- 15 years of breathing, and this what he could sum up
- Now he's really feeling worthless and about to pick a gun up
- Looking in the mirror with the eyes of a murderer
- Knowing that his pops keeps a 9 between the furniture
- He goes to get it as he strides with hysteria
- Whispers to himself, "Fuck this life, ima bury ya"
- Grabs the glock, marching back to the bathroom
- Cocks it back, puts the barrel to his temple
- Looks his face in the mirror, no deterrence
- Puts his finger on the trigger and the only thing you hear is...
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