Crimes Of The Heart Lyrics - Immortal Technique

"Crimes Of The Heart" 

Yea I turned 21 in prison locked up at night 

Now I walk around free 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 holds 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 broken hearted 

Who never finished what they fuckin started 

People who go out and try to be a rebel at night 

Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life 

It's like a fight between the devil & Christ over the limelight 

Spiritual celebrity boaker 

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 in sodomy that one day you could be forgiven 

For murdering the beautiful world we used to live in 

[Chorus] 

Crimes of the heart [2X] 

Love...doesn't need a complicated metaphor 

And sometimes nothing needs to be said at all 

Sometimes a person you with is not your one and only 

And you just fuck with them because you afraid to be lonely 

And when you come back its too late 

So you overcompensate 

Like victims of rape 

Full of self hate 

Lost in the affection to strangers around you 

Instead of the only person that ever gave a fuck about you 

Thought you were happy so you didn't come check me 

But then when he cheated or treated you incorrectly 

You conveniently realized you could never forget me 

And tried to crawl back in my life unexpectedly 

These are my indictments 

Of those who claim to be righteous 

And leave a trail of broken hearts on their way to enlightment 

But I cant give into hatred or pass judgment 

Even towards every allusion I've been in love with 

'cause the heart that portrays itself willingly 

Is like a nation that trades freedom for stability 

Its so seductive to be cold and corrupted and isolated and try to be an independent republic 

But liberty to be loved on the surface is worthless 

The sacrifice of revolution with no purpose 

Take it from a criminal searching for his redemption 

Cursing at God desperately trying to get his attention