Taken [Prod. by ESKRY]

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Had a bit of a brainwave a couple of weeks back and did a little story telling rap over this sad instrumental by ESKRY.

Lyrics:

[Intro - Stick to Your Guns]

There's a story of a young man
Who was taken from his home
He missed his sister become a woman
And his father growing old
From the distance he watched his mother
Mourn a loss, all alone
And when he thinks about his brother
He can't seem to find the phone

[Verse 1 - Jack Rootes]

It was a cold night, early in September.
A sad time for those that remember.
On a barren street that was black and empty,
Lay a poor soul, that was bloody and sweaty.
His name was Lucas, he was 14 years old,
Now he's dying, alone in severe cold.
He was full of life that was taken away,
By a simple thrust against his flesh with a blade.

As he bled out, he wondered where he was headin'.
If he closed his eyes, would he see the gates to Heaven?
Or would be consumed by the flames of Hell,
Like his family told him with their games so well.
Even though he wasn't supersitious,
He silently started to pray for forgiveness,
But deep down, he knew that it was too late,
As the light behind his eyes began to fade.

[Hook 1 - Stick to Your Guns]

From the window of his life he can see his home
As it passes by, he feels a pain no one knows

[Verse 2 - Jack Rootes]

Hoodie on, Lucas would walk around the streets,
Looking for some chump change or some fresh meat.
Stealing from who he found, disturbing the peace,
Always on the run, away from the police.
He would move about with a blade in his waist,
He could kill a man dead and be blank in the face.
Apathy in his soul, yeah it was abundant,
For he cared not about the media's judgement.

Only about some money so he can support himself.
He wanted to survive, not to build up his wealth.
He was a smart boy, he didn't want this,
He hated hanging out with all of the other kids.
But then, he felt like gang life was a no go.
So he took himself away to live his life solo.
However, after leaving, he wasn't safe.
So his enemies struck him down like evil snakes.

[Hook 2 - Stick to Your Guns]

Past every better judgement he packs his things to run away
Like an ocean distances a beast that can't be tamed

[Verse 3 - Jack Rootes]

But dear listener, he wasn't always that way,
Many factors had led to that sad day.
Home life was nothing to him but bare stress,
'cause It seemed that his family cared less.
Father left the family when he was a baby.
Mother would drown herself in alcohol daily.
Sister sold her body, just to keep the lights on,
Brother out every night, eager to get a fight on.

He was given such tough decisions,
Wanted to escape, but he felt so imprisoned.
So depressed, life had hardly any mad joy.
Wasn't long until he hung out with the bad boys.
A smart kid, logic was really there,
But he was so bitter at a world that didn't care,
Negative and toxic thoughts in his head,
That plagued him until his tragic death.

[Hooks 1 + 2]

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Type: Music - Single Track

Published: 4 years, 3 months ago

Rating: General

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