Sad Story (Out Of Luck)

Sad story, might find it boring

Lost his Mom 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

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 hometown

That's what probably did it

Never saw the other worlds

That he didn't wanna go and get it

Occupied by fitting in where minds are small

Where small things make the small things feel so tall

Will he ever change? Well, apparently

He reapplied for college and was waitin' 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

But wait, my lights out, a night out

Brother's in town, some doubt a few fights, now

Kicked outta clubs, shit, the sun's up

One look's all it took for his girl to cuss at another

Dudes bein' 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 fists

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 how

We can change our tune

Find one another now

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

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