Illegal street racing
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Not a drink in hand
or drug in sight
Behind the wheel
Hold on tight
Speed was his drug
Racing for fun
No thoughts of danger
Just a game to be won
He was just eighteen
I walked in that morning
Not knowing what to expect
the classrooms were quiet
accept for the crying with no regret
I figured that class would be boring
then the tears came pouring
