Текст (слова) песни: James Lynn Strait - 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 youre bored with what youve got

Try some dope at first for kicks

Youd promised that youd 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 lifes a shell

Still locked inside this living hell

Only to cope you leave your house

Now meet the cops your lucks run out

You got no love end up in jail

A few more beefs a five year tail

Prison term before too long

Your numbers up and now you are gone (and thrown away the key)

Jails, institutions and death (think Im fucking kidding? )

Now it feels just like a dream

But its not what it seems

Gotta block out the screams

Im too tired to defend bring my life to an end

This I cant comprehend, but its coming

Now the needles in my neck

I know that mine is not the only life Ive wrecked

Now that I know the battle cant be won

Selfishness weighs a ton, lookin out for #1

As if my life was so pretty

Now things look shitty

And theres no one to save me from

Fuckin pain

It burns hot from the inside out

Now there aint no doubt

How this bout started out

Now theyve finally brought me down

Sympathy cant be found, locking doors the only sound

Ive screwed over all who care

Now its only fair theyve stripped my soul bare

I cant take it

Now it starts to come on strong

The long arm of the law coming down on my head

Its been so long since I have felt the sun beating down from above

Without the bars on my cage reminding me

That I got screwed up and Ive got no love

From a truck what the fuck

Ill keep truckin down

Im locked in this cell

Kickin it in hell

Aint 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 youre free

Out of this hole

Think youd learn and start to cope

But from the gate you score some dope

Nothing changes

You start to regress

Youre all strung out

Life is a mess

Once again

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