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"Crimes Of The Heart"

Yea I 21 in prison locked up at night
Now I walk free seems like another life
Another roll with some dice
ho or a loving wife
People come and go some really you never
Intellectual midgets that really grow
Fake love that holds on like"can I you though?"
And old friends will at you like "yo, yea I told you so"
A toast to the broken
Who never finished what fuckin started
who go out and try to be a rebel at night
Try to make up for the that they settled in life
It's like a fight between the devil & Christ the limelight
celebrity boaker
But the deck is full of jokers
And every year that you get
The get higher
Gambling with a bunch of fakes and
Real talk the real New York
Is the and the suffering of lost love
Staring off into the distance in the of the club
Depression and emptiness that lead to
And the struggle inside of yourself that you alive
Survived and medicated by sobriety
The life that you live now tortured by memories
I pray in that one day you could be forgiven
For murdering the beautiful we used to live in

Crimes of the [2X]

Love...doesn't need a metaphor
And sometimes nothing needs to be at all
Sometimes a person you with is not one and only
And you just fuck them because you afraid to be lonely
And when you back its too late
So you
Like victims of
Full of hate
in the affection to strangers around you
Instead of the only person that gave a fuck about you
Thought you were happy so you didn't come me
But when he cheated or treated you incorrectly
You conveniently realized you never forget me
And tried to crawl in my life unexpectedly
are my indictments
Of those who to be righteous
And leave a trail of broken hearts on way to enlightment
But I cant give hatred or pass judgment
Even towards every allusion I've been in with
'cause the that portrays itself willingly
Is like a nation trades freedom for stability
Its so seductive to be cold and corrupted and isolated and try to be an independent
But liberty to be loved on the surface is
The sacrifice of revolution no purpose
it from a criminal searching for his redemption
Cursing at God trying to get his attention