DESCRIPTION:
This is just a story I wanted to tell. Lupe Fiasco inspired me to write this, and the actual translation for the word "Fiasco" is 'A complete Failure", so I figured the name fitted the song. The instrumental is from Necro's "Poetry in the streets".

Lyrics:

Imma tell you a little story
'bout this kid named Ryan.
He barely ever came home,
He was hard to find.
He was kind,
But he wore all black.
Just to represent the pain
They could never take back.
He had holes in his clothes
and his hair in his face.
Been wearing the same tennis shoes
since the 7th grade.
He never touched drugs,
and he studied every night.
and he looked kinda dirty,
and he lost every fight.
Yeah, At night time
he would at the stars.
He wore a long sleeve shirt,
just to cover the scars.
Had dreams of fame,
but the life a nightmare.
Trying to fight it
but it was hard, when its right there.
Quite Scared,
so he tried to act tough.
He told 'em he had enough
but they wouldn't back up.
and when he got home
he had a busted lip.
but he listened to his heart,
and he trusted it. (mistake)

Chorus:
He's just another mistake.
Yeah, just another mistake.
(yeah)
He's just another mistake,
yeah, just another mistake.

Verse 2:

So he started skipping school,
but nobody even noticed.
He started doing drugs,
just to filter his emotions.
And from the time he was little,
he was hated.
Even Ryan's teachers told him
he would never make it.
His destiny determined
by his father's reputation,
and he never even knew him,
no father-son relation.
Yeah,
he just felt outta place.
He wanted to escape,
and wanted to be erased.
But he kept trying,
and fighting the pain.
But everybody's goal,
was to drive him insane.
He had enough,
too much pressure,
so he stayed up one night
to write his mom a letter.
and whenever she opened it,
it simply said:
"Dear mom,
I got the gun out from under your bed.
P.S.
You are not to blame,
but I'm gonna make sure
they remember my name.

(Chorus)

So he walked into school,
with the gun in his bag,
and a smile on his face,
didn't even look sad.
He walked down the hall,
walked into his first class,
sat down, loved the feeling
and wanted to make it last.
No one even noticed him,
he felt so alone.
and he never felt right,
he admitted it was wrong.
Eventually,
the lunch bell rang,
and he thought:
"Now's the time to get rid of the pain."
So he waited until they were all,
seated, and eating.
and when he walked in,
nobody even seen him.
He walked down the isle's
with the gun at his waist.
Only moment in his
whole entire life he felt safe.
With tears in his eyes,
memories in his head,
he got to the center of the room,
and took a breath.
He jumped up on a table,
couldn't do it any quicker.
Put the barrel in his mouth,
and he pulled the fuckin' trigger.

(chorus)