4 da ladies
jackass
open woundz


heres a little story i'm about to tell/
i makin' it up as i go so, what the hell/

Mike was a good kid, never really stood out/
his parents treated him like a girl scout/
all he did was go to school, and stay at his home/
his parents flipped when they found he got stoned/
they took away his privelidges, like he had any/
through his head, suicidal thoughts, he had many/
he decided to accept his jail -like restrictions/
he thought he could hold back the knife from incision/
or hold back the 22 from loading ammuntion/
soon, after groundation was ended/
the rules again, he started rebendin'/
this time it was cocaine, he had the money to buy it/
his parents yelled at him, he thought it was a riot/
they sent him to boot camp and when he got back/
he took the 12 gauge, off his fathers gun rack/
he sat on his bed, he thought about death/
he came to a conclusion and put his mind to rest/
later that day his mom went up to check/
all she saw was his bloody ass neck/
she regretted not giving him room to ever breathe/
the guilt built inside her and she grabbed the keys/
started driving to the lake where her husband was fishin'/
got coastin really fast and turned off the ignition/
she caught him at 40 instantly he died/
he never heard it coming until the crack of his thigh/
the wife drove into the lake, not even thinking twice/
except that it would've been easier to go out with a knife/

mike needed drugs to have fun in his life/
his parents were the ones that unsheathed the knife/


out like a newborn