yeah,ni turned 21 in prison, locked up at nightnnow i walk around free, seems like another lifenanother roll, with some other dicenanother hoe or a loving wifenpeople come and go, some really you never knownintellectual midgets, that really never grownfake love that hangs on like, can i hold you thoughnand all the friends that look at younlike yo, yeah i told you sona toast to the broken heartednwho never finished what they fuck'n startednpeople who go out and try and be a rebel at nightnto try and make up for the fact that they settled in lifenit's like a fight between the devil and christ, over the limelightnspiritual celebrity poker, but the whole deck is full of jokersnand every year that you get oldernthe stakes get higher, gambling with a bunch of fakes and liarsnreal talk, cause the real new yorknis the pain and the suffering of lost lovenstaring off into the distance in the mist of the clubndepression and emptiness that leads to suicidenand the struggle inside of yourself that keeps you alivensurviving Medicaid and starched by sobrietynthe life you live now, tortured by memories violentlyni pray inside of me that one day you can be forgivennfor murdering the beautiful world we used to live innnyeah,nlove doesn't need a complicated metaphornand sometimes nothing needs to be said at allnsometimes the person you're with is not your one and onlynand you just fuck with them cause your afraid to be lonelynand when you come back it's too late, so you overcompensatenlike victims of rape, full of self hatenlost to the affection of strangers around youninstead of the only person that ever gave a fuck about younthought you were happy so you didn't come check menbut then when he cheated on you, treated you incorrectlynyou conveniently realized you could never forget menand tried to crawl back in my life, unexpectedlynthese are my indictments of those who claim to be righteousnand leave a trail of broken hearts on their way to enlightenmentnbut i can't give into hatred or past judgmentsneven towards every illusion i've been in love withncause the heart that betrays itself willinglynis like the nation that trades freedom for stabilitynit's so seductive, to be cold and corruptednand isolated trying to be an independent republicnbut liberty to be loved on the surface is worthlessnthe sacrifice of revolution with no purposentake it from a criminal searching for his redemptionncursing a god desperately trying to get his attentionn