Young Thug

He's grafting hard,
Decides he wants a break,
They finish early,
Tomorrow's Saturday.

They go down to the pub,
have a couple of beers,
a fight soon breaks out,
the adrenaline sears.

Oh there's blood on his hands,
there's glass in his chest,
The Violence continues,
The young thug's at his best.

He staggers back to his flat,
and goes up to his room,
he's alone doing lines,
smoking his favourite tune.

They told him...

He could die doing drugs,
he sat back, then remarked,
"you don't complain when i drive,
i could die in my car?"

He goes out, he's wasted,
Everything is a blur,
Tries chatting up the lasses,
But his words are all slurred.

He meets up with his mates,
A few more pints down his neck,
They're looking for a scrap,
Oh young thug is a wreck.

They go the other side of town,
Their rivals arrive,
The blue light's appear
And away young thug drives.

He's totally hammered,
His car hits a tree,
The blue light's appear,
Young thug is dead at the scene.

Oh his mates won't quit
the alcohol and the drugs,
His legacy lives on,
In the future young thugs.