Tecato - Live At The Palace, Hollywood, CA., 1998

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