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From the time he was young, was destroyin his head...
takin tokes from the blunts, eyes blood shot red,
From the society around him, Z was influenced,
laws broken, never realized the effects of constituion,
faced in a world of confusion, and hard solutions,
Big talk from petty men, monstrous sound pollution,
effects from pollution, damaging his brittle mind,
Can't see stars from the ghetto, guidance he couldn't find,
Environment was destroyed, father was a stealer,
Sister got paid to fuck in cars, and Brother was a drug dealer,
His mother was a crackhead, always seemed to shout,
Never was home...mother always told him to "get the fuck out!",
The streets were his affection, Z had no direction,
Only by the cops, is where he would ever get attention,
Suffering from his traits, he even ignored even himself,
Which is why he developed such a destructive health,
Gun-wieldin lil fool, grade 9, dropped outta school,
Seemed his life kept sinkin deeper and deeper in the pool,
and I look at Z now, it brings tears to my eyes,
To think what he could of become, if he paid himself mind,
lil kids think der too hard, fake ego's they can't swallow,
perhaps he would of been better if he had...sumbody to follow,