With a ghost for thy father,
Forced to mature aye too soon,
T'was best role model thy brother,
Whose drug dealing made thy mother swoon.
Pick'd up thou's brother's habit and
Whilst suspect mother did not,
Booming business brought money to thous't hand,
Until with Tony thou t'was caught.
Filled with fear thou mother was
Thous't was far down the sullen path
Moving she hoped would be a cause
Of changing the foreseeable aftermath
T'was it fate or some misfortunate twist?
That t'is downward path would soon persist.
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