[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
Yeah
I turned 21 in prison locked up at night
Now I walk around free, it seems like another life
Another roll with some other dice
Another ho or a loving wife
People come and go some really you never know
Intellectual midgets that really never grow
Fake love that hangs on like "can I hold you though?"
And old friends will look at you like "yo, yea, I told you so"
A toast to the brokenhearted
Who never finished what they fuckin' started
People who go out and try to be a rebel at night
Thet try to make up for the fact that they settled in life
It's like a fight between the Devil and Christ over the limelight
Spiritual celebrity poker
But the whole deck is full of jokers
And every year that you get older
The stakes get higher
Gambling with a bunch of fakes and liars
Real talk 'cause the real New York
Is the pain and the suffering of lost love
Staring off into the distance in the midst of the club
Depression and emptiness that lead to suicide
And the struggle inside of yourself that keeps you alive
Survived and medicated stalked by sobriety
The life that you live now tortured by memories violently
I pray inside of me that one day you could be forgiven
For murdering the beautiful world we used to live in
Yeah
I turned 21 in prison locked up at night
Now I walk around free, it seems like another life
Another roll with some other dice
Another ho or a loving wife
People come and go some really you never know
Intellectual midgets that really never grow
Fake love that hangs on like "can I hold you though?"
And old friends will look at you like "yo, yea, I told you so"
A toast to the brokenhearted
Who never finished what they fuckin' started
People who go out and try to be a rebel at night
Thet try to make up for the fact that they settled in life
It's like a fight between the Devil and Christ over the limelight
Spiritual celebrity poker
But the whole deck is full of jokers
And every year that you get older
The stakes get higher
Gambling with a bunch of fakes and liars
Real talk 'cause the real New York
Is the pain and the suffering of lost love
Staring off into the distance in the midst of the club
Depression and emptiness that lead to suicide
And the struggle inside of yourself that keeps you alive
Survived and medicated stalked by sobriety
The life that you live now tortured by memories violently
I pray inside of me that one day you could be forgiven
For murdering the beautiful world we used to live in
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