Jack was a boy who struggled in school 

Getting suspended ...for breaking the rules 

He would wonder the streets and rob out the shops 

Take milk from the doorsteps and lead from roof tops 

His mum was an addict his dad wasn't there 

Troubled young Jack got put in to care 

Stuck in the system.. Jack's just a number

From pillar to post now split from his brother 

He's mixing with bad kids.. they're older than him 

For once in Jack's life He feels he fits in 

The men buy him clothes and sample him flavours 

Paying him bits for doing small favours 

Top of the world now Jack's living nice

Until he lands up in prison gets hooked on spice 

So it's prison and street life for the next few years 

Receding hairline and jailhouse ink tears

Jack wants to change but he doesn't know how 

He feels tired of the battles he's given up now

It's December he's wearing a short sleeve top

Multi storey car park he's perched at the top

Aggressive Storms block the view for miles

he sees his whole life before his eyes..Before jack jumps he smiles