James Lynn Strait Tecato Lyrics

Tecato Lyrics

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 
You got 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 (and thrown away the key) 
Jails, institutions and DEATH (think I`m f**king 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 
f**kin` 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 
now 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 the bars on my cage reminding me 
That I got screwed up and I`ve got no love 
From a truck What the f**k 
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