Smoking weed, drinking liquor, poor guy coulda had a future,
Been shot at a couple times, his face streaked with suture
Deserted by his friends, too many problems he cannot mend,
Trying to fit in, simply trying to follow the local trend,
Liver destroyed, sick, dying, and no one even cares,
Nonexistent like an unborn baby, new clothes he cannot wear,
Past paved with carnage, and future painted with a void,
A person to avoid, even as a boy he didn't play with toys,
And it was his end, finally laying in a gloomy alley,
No one to tend to him, crying loud inside like a wolf howling.