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 and 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 cop, you leave your house

Now you meet the cops, your luck's run out

You get no love, end up in jail

A few more beefs, a five-year tail

Prison term before too long

Your number's up and now you are gone

(They've thrown away the key)

Jails, institutions and death

Are you 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 number one

As if my life was so pretty, now things look shitty

And there's no one to save me from fucking pain

It burns hot from the inside out

No, 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 don't seem 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 comin' down on my head

It's been so long since I have felt the sun beating down from above

Without bars on my cage to remind 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, yes

Muscles ache you cannot sleep now

Stomach ache you cannot eat

Do your time and make parole yeah

Now you're free out of this hole

You 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