Mr. Kirk?
Yes?
Do you have son named Robert, Robert Kirk aged 17?
Yes?
I'm sorry Mr. Kirk, you'd better come down to the station house. Your son is dead

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[Verse]
Thirteen in foster care
I was stealing iPods and tops to wear
Little bitch, clingy like hell to my besties
Acting all grown and sexy, I was wrong for that
Wasting money on pills
My mother couldn't even pay off the phone bills
Fourteen hit like a brick
Ended up living at the Motel 6
Sixteen, I was feeling real mean
I should've stayed home and helped mama clean
But I was being a fiend, snorting coke with the rich girls
Thinking I could make it happen in the rich world
Late nights, I cam on everything
Met my idols, recorded a demo thing
First time spittin' lines in Loubs
Now it's the only thing I find time to do
Eighteen, I'm free to just do me
But now my best friend's locked up down in OC
Went from a gram of weed to OZ's
Snorting this shit can get so lonely
Nineteen when I dropped Big Juicy
Traveled around and let the whole world use me
But like before, I bounced back up
Lookin' back now, it makes me crack up
Three years later with the bubble and sparks
Thanks for the love with all my heart
I don't wanna go yet but I gotta say see ya!
Yeah, this song's for Ayesha