** "STORY OF LITTLE JC" || (Addi...
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- JonnyCad
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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