Sad Story (Out Of Luck)

A sad story, might find it boring
 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 fucked
 No parents for him to look up to
 Just a brother whom I knew was a dodgy fuck
 Shit, I used to think he was a dick
 Tried too hard to fit in
 And never grew out of it
 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
 'Cause he 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
 'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
 Never left his home town, that's what probably did it
 Never saw the other world, so he didn't want to go and get it
 Occupied by fitting in where minds are small
 Where small things make the small kings feel so tall
 Will he ever change? Well, apparently
 He reapplied for college and was waiting for his grades
 Would it help his case?
 Oh, I couldn't ever say
 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
 'Cause he 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
 'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
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 But wait, my light's out, a night out
 Brother's in town, sending doubt, a few fights now
 Kicked out clubs, shit, the sun's up
 One look's all it took for his girl to cuss at another
 Dudes being dudes, they blow out their chest to impress
 These breasts that'd just started this mess
 They must protect the damsel in distress
 So, other girl's man decides to clench his fist
 And then he threw and missed
 Brother's hit, as did his, dropped him quick
 Then one kick to the head
 Oh shit, 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
 'Cause he 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
 'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
 And now he's locked away
 21 years of age
 How many lives must go to waste?
 Far as graves until I see some fucking change
 And I don't even know why
 We continue to fight one another now (oh no, no, no)
 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
 'Cause he 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
 'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
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 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
 'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck