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Alcohol, Knifes And Handcuffs

I carried it around everywhere I went

Never thought I would ever use it

My fists were my weapons of choice

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I had my own power

Somehow I lost it

Power and control

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Drunk and confused

The street was my refuge

So I thought

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I ran dry

Booze and money

I was desperate, in need

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I held the knife in my hand

I thought I could just demand

I stood and waited

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I stabbed and stole

Stumbled and fell

Right into my privite hell

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Why did I do it

Where were my perents

Where did I get the alcohol

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Questions they asked me

With my hands in Handcuffs.