On the day that he was born, a proud dad took him home

Wrapped in dreams that reached to the sky

Said "You're the only one I'll ever call son

And I'll call you son because you shine"



By the time he turned 18 

He'd been  everything

a leader in church and in school



Yeah, the old man had been blessed

Because on every list the boy was 

Voted the "Most likely to"



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Now there's a monkey on his back

And it's leavin it's tracks

On arms that were once muscle bound

Yeah the old man sits on his front porch everday

Watching his son going down 

Watching his son going down



Nine years old, shootin basketball goals

Now his goals just aren't the same

But when you've got to get high, just to survive

scoring's still the name of the game

From a pepsi and a Baby Ruth

To pills and 90 proof

And his coke is not the carbinated kind



Cause the old mans not forgotten

His only begotten

He says "I just call you son now

Bacause your mine"



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Yeah the horse he rode away

Didn't live on oats and hay

But still he rode that horse into the ground

Now the old man stands with flowers all round

Watchin his son going down

Watchin his son going down