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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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