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Growin' up in broken homes You find yourself at ten years [bad word] 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 downward spiral is your life Some years later your life's a shell Still locked inside this living [bad word] Only to cope you leave your house Now meet the cops your [bad word] out Got no love end up in jail 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] But [bad word] 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 [bad word] And there's no one to save me from [bad word] 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 [bad word] on strong The long arm of the [bad word] 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 [bad word] What the [bad word] I'll keep [bad word] down I'm locked in this cell Kickin' it in [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] out Life is a mess Once again