James Lynn Strait - Tecato Lyrics
Growin up in broken homes, you find yourself at ten years oldRunnin drag and startin fightsBut minors hide behind their rightsStart slow with beer and potBut soon youre bored with what youve gotTry some dope at first for kicksYoud promised that youd never fixFade away from the path you chooseYou stuck your armStarted to loseSurround yourself with pain and strifeA downward spiral is your lifeSome years later your lifes a shellStill locked inside this living hellOnly to cope you leave your houseNow meet the cops your lucks run outYou got no love end up in jailA few more beefs a five year tailPrison term before too longYour numbers up and now you are gone (and thrown away the key)Jails, institutions and death (think Im *****ing kidding? )Now it feels just like a dreamBut its not what it seemsGotta block out the screamsIm too tired to defend bring my life to an endThis I cant comprehend, but its comingNow the needles in my neckI know that mine is not the only life Ive wreckedNow that I know the battle cant be wonSelfishness weighs a ton, lookin out for #1As if my life was so prettyNow things look shittyAnd theres no one to save me from*****in painIt burns hot from the inside outNow there aint no doubtHow this bout started outNow theyve finally brought me downSympathy cant be found, locking doors the only soundIve screwed over all who careNow its only fair theyve stripped my soul bareI cant take itNow it starts to come on strongThe long arm of the law coming down on my headIts been so long since I have felt the sun beating down from aboveWithout the bars on my cage reminding meThat I got screwed up and Ive got no loveFrom a truck what the *****Ill keep truckin downIm locked in this cellKickin it in hellAint 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 cellYou wanna die it feels like hellMuscles ache you cannot sleepStomache ache you cannot eatDo your time and make paroleNow youre freeOut of this holeThink youd learn and start to copeBut from the gate you score some dopeNothing changesYou start to regressYoure all strung outLife is a messOnce again
