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V1: Here's a story about Eric, abused by both parents, grew up and blew up to have a gangsta
appearance, he was a thug who hadn't done drugs yet but he'd get himself wet from drinkin
too much
To the point that his joints were stale, he was in a drunken state and his face was pale,
he'd drink too much "L", ***, and any drink you can think of, he's losin his humanity
and his family gives him no love, livin on the streets, a life on the run, he's slowly
killin himself, what's the differance between beer and a gun? It seemed like good fun but
yo the gangsta life never lasts long, Eric trys to drink his problems away hopin it'll
help him on and go figure the liquor was too strong, he couldn't resist, he had to have
more, found a knife and walked into a liquor store, got out his knife and shoved it in
the clerk's face, "Give me all your liquor and make it post haste!" The man did what
he was told, he was so scared that his body was cold, he gave Eric the liquor and so Eric
said "Get down!" and so he did until he heard the ringin sound, Eric was on his way to another
part of town when he heard the sirens ring, but he doesn't care cuz he's used to this
sort of thing, Eric loves his confrontation with the Men In Blue, cuz to him it seems
like a fun thing to do, he stole a woman's car and said "Try to catch me you swine!"
He then spead off and the police weren't far behind
V2: Eric was speedin down the highway, the police were on his tail, but he had too many
drinks so his mind began to fail, it was startin to slip so Eric lost his grip, wasn't payin
attention so he ran over a spikestrip, the left tire blew out, Eric wasn't wearin his
seatbelt so yo he flew out, of the car and tried to run, the police said "Freeze!" and
pulled out their guns, bullets were fired, Eric's heart was about to expire, from too
much drinkin' his eyes were blinkin cuz he started to tire, he passed out and the police
were soon all around, Eric found himself locked up in another part of town, for 20 years without
parole, if you want to drink you might as well sell your soul, tragedy would soon unfold,
it was an inveitable outcome, Eric had too much and as such he sucumbed, to his final
breath which led to death, the liquor was like a trigger, and he kept pullin it till
there was nothin left, the guards found him the followin mornin, the news spread like
wildfire and the family was in mournin, they laid Eric to rest in peace, with hearts beatin
in their chest they paid their respects to the deceased, yo Eric did it to himself, he
never got the help he needed, kept drinkin without thinkin till his health was depleted,
Death can never be cheated Eric should've seen it comin, his time is out and runnin,
matter of fact his time is done in, beer and guns, their one and the same, either way tombstones
engrave your name, it's a cryin shame, Eric is the only one to blame, just remember that
beer is like a loaded gun, cuz yo death is the only oucome