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Tecato Growin' up in broken homes You find yourself at ten years old Runnin' drag and startin' fights But minors hide behind their rights Start slow with beer and pot But soon you're bored with what you've got Try some dope at first for kicks You'd promised that you'd never fix Fade away from the path you choose You stuck your arm Started to LOSE Surround yourself with pain and strife A downward spiral is your life Some years later your life's a shell Still locked inside this living HELL Only to cope you leave your house Now meet the cops your luck's run out Got no love end up in jail A few more beefs a five year tail Prison term Before too long Your number's up Now you are GONE (and thrown away the key) Jails, institutions and DEATH (think I'm fucking kidding?) Now it feels just like a dream But it's not what it seems Gotta block out the screams I'm too tired to defend Bring my life to an end This I can't comprehend But it's coming Now the needle's in my neck I know that mine is not The only life I've wrecked Now that I know the battle can't be won Selfishness weighs a ton Lookin' out for #1 As if my life was so pretty Now things look shitty And there's no one to save me from Fuckin' pain It burns hot from the inside out Now there ain't no doubt How this bout started out Now they've finally brought me down Sympathy can't be found Locking doors the only sound I've screwed over all who care It's only fair They've stripped my soul bare I can't take it Now it starts to come on strong The long arm of the law Coming down on my head It's been so long Since I have felt the sun beating down from above Without bars on my cage reminding me That I got screwed up And I've got no love >From a truck What the fuck I'll keep truckin' down I'm locked in this cell Kickin' it in hell Ain't no joke the straight dope started out (Locking doors the only sound) Jails, institutions and DEATH (think you can take your pick?) Kickin' dope in a jail cell You wanna die it feels like hell Muscles ache you cannot sleep Stomache ache you cannot eat Do your time and make parole Now you're free Out of this hole Think you'd learn and start to cope But from the gate you score some dope Nothing changes You start to regress You're all strung out Life is a mess Once again
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