I've learned a lot more about your past than I needed to
and I've determined that your broken heart that bleeded through
Snow white shirts can leave a Crip Blood red

Reputation isn't reckoned by what someone else said
It's the way you never let them bother you inside your head
It's the way you keep on standing tall, never ever bend

To their forces, of course there'll be horsin' around
But you can't let your enemies get you down
There will always be people you've loved and you've hurt

And some of them are bitter, draggin' names through the dirt
But the mud of the past isn't blood from a gun blast
Half mast, man, that's no way to fly your flag

Some deserve to leave the world in a body bag
But the best thing to do is to let them dig their own grave
Because in secret, to karma, you and I are slaves

And there's no one to pray to, no one can be saved.

Boulevards flood, is it tears or blood?


I've learned a lot more about your past than I asked for
And it's a shame that I had to learn about it from this $$#hole

It doesn't matter whether what he said is true
In the end, all that matters is how I matter to you
I'm not a smart man, but I'm pretty good at gauging

The sentence of the suffering heart inside the cage
And I'm running out of women friends I can really trust
Never misinterpret my interest as only lust, for

There will always be people you've loved and you've lost
And some of them will try to bring you down at any cost
But from Portland to Boston and back to La Costa

Everyone's the same, we all make mistakes
Some deserve to be eaten by a shark
In the dark and dismal abyss of Lincoln Park

Because in secret, everybody lives a life in shame
And there's nothing to forfeit for no one wins the game.