| Imma need your undivided attention
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| Your full undivided attention
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| Alright?
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| Yeah
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| He was just a kid named Michael
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| Who one night was lifted off a high dose
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| Drifted off the side road
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| Car spinning, started screaming with his eyes closed
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| Slammed in a benz by a light pole
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| Found with his skin feeling ice cold
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| Took a big risk downing all that Nyquil
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| Last words were «I think I’m missing my pulse»
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| That’s what the ambulance man said
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| After that the kid was tragically pronounced dead
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| Feds said that he took a fat amount of meds
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| Must of passed out once he bled
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| With no chance to recover
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| Imagine all the pain that his family had suffered
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| His mother, fainted when she actually discovered
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| That her son has become another casualty among us
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| Like a clip to her chest
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| She’d rather be dead than to live with this stress
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| Cause now every minute in her head will be filled with regrets
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| Cause she knew that her kid had been livin' depressed
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| Ain’t spoke in a month
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| She admits she wasn’t vocal enough
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| Now her soul feels like it’s fuckin' road kill, crushed
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| And it won’t heal much
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| Every morning she’s mourning till dusk
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| People try to help but she won’t seem to budge
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| Hopeless no feeling is lonely as such
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| Still don’t believe that she won’t feel his touch
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| But it wasn’t all her fault though
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| His pops stayed buzzed watching car shows
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| And cared more for a box full of Marlboro’s
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| Than his son livin' with his heart broke
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| At nine years old only
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| Times at home made him feel like life was so phony
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| So one day riding bicycles he told me
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| «These psychos don’t know me»
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| See Michael was my homie
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| Like a younger brodie
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| By the way he had an idol named Tony
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| An uncle who would like to stay zoning
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| Off of anything that could get his fuckin' mind straight floating
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| One night he forgot the Nyquil bottle by the microwave
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| So Michael took it right away homie
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| So he, could try it like it’s codeine
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| Instead he took a vital drank and OD’d
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| Right before he went and stole the keys
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| Pulled out the driveway high going full speed
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| Wants to hit the highway but there’s no need
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| Slammed sideways right beside a pole and an oak tree
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| So I’m asking you to listen
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| To what can happen from a lack of supervision
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| If his parents did better with their mission
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| I bet it would have led into preventing the collision
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| Instead it went different
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| Now regrets leave them mentally imprisoned
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| Not a set free condition
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| As long as all the memories are with them
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| They gon' keep, reminiscing, cause they hella miss him
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| Gave him money but they should have paid him some attention
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| To maybe help aid him with depression
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| I bet he could have made some progression
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| Mental illness is a real thing
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| And though it’s not physical you will still feel pain
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| Like a still flame sitting on your lil' brain
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| Burning through you till your days start to feel drained
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| I mean it this is serious
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| Believe me if you’re curious
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| I speak from experience
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| I guess that’s the reason I seem so mysterious
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| I had to tell the story
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| In hopes to prevent an accident like my boy’s
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| Preaching it with passion in my voice
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| Think about your actions we all have a choice
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| Whether you are young or you’re grown
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| When times get tougher than stone
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| Just know you’ll survive cause your strong
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| But never leave your loved ones alone |