im gonna tell you a story/ about a person i knew
i dont want you to feel sorry but the story is true
the first time i saw her i was told she's a slut
the normal sort of bird/ with big tits and nice butt.
see back at that point in time/ she only was in year nine
she dropped some beans, fucked some guys
and she thought that was fine.
and i believe on teir own those things are hardly a crime
but put some points together and you come up with a line.
it has a start, has an end, it can might even be bent,
but that ain't going to help/ a life thats at a decline...
its deeply rooted at birth - a family thats on an edge
heroin comes into play, and so does minimal wage.
now link those two to her dad - thats where the story goes mad,
that's where the story goes bad, thats where she loses her dad.
event so tragical/ fragile would the sole of a child be
im only telling ive been through myself you see,
... to be continued when i sober up
