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Growin' up in broken homes |
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You find yourself at ten years old |
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Runnin' drag and startin' fights |
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But minors hide behind their rights |
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Start slow with beer and pot |
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But soon you're bored with what you've got |
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Try some dope at first for kicks |
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You'd promised that you'd never fix |
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Fade away from the path you choose |
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You stuck your arm |
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Started to |
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LOSE Surround yourself with pain and strife |
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A downward spiral is your life |
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Some years later your life's a shell |
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Still locked inside this living |
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HELL Only to cope you leave your house |
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Now meet the cops your luck's run out |
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Got no love end up in jail |
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A few more beefs a five year tail |
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Prison term |
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Before too long |
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Your number's up |
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Now you are |
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GONE (and thrown away the key) |
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Jails, institutions and |
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DEATH (think I'm fucking kidding?) |
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Now it feels just like a dream |
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But it's not what it seems |
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Gotta block out the screams |
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I'm too tired to defend |
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Bring my life to an end |
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This I can't comprehend |
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But it's coming |
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Now the needle's in my neck |
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I know that mine is not |
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The only life |
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I've wrecked |
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Now that I know the battle can't be won |
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Selfishness weighs a ton |
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Lookin' out for #1 |
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As if my life was so pretty |
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Now things look shitty |
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And there's no one to save me from |
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Fuckin' pain |
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It burns hot from the inside out |
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Now there ain't no doubt |
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How this bout started out |
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Now they've finally brought me down |
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Sympathy can't be found |
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Locking doors the only sound |
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I've screwed over all who care |
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It's only fair |
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They've stripped my soul bare |
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I can't take it |
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Now it starts to come on strong |
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The long arm of the law |
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Coming down on my head |
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It's been so long |
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Since I have felt the sun beating down from above |
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Without bars on my cage reminding me |
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That I got screwed up |
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And I've got no love > |
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From a truck |
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What the fuck |
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I'll keep truckin' down |
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I'm locked in this cell |
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Kickin' it in hell |
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Ain't no joke the straight dope started out (Locking doors the only sound) |
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Jails, institutions and |
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DEATH (think you can take your pick?) |
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Kickin' dope in a jail cell |
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You wanna die it feels like hell |
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Muscles ache you cannot sleep |
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Stomache ache you cannot eat |
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Do your time and make parole |
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Now you're free |
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Out of this hole |
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Think you'd learn and start to cope |
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But from the gate you score some dope |
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Nothing changes |
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You start to regress |
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You're all strung out |
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Life is a mess |
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Once again |