Jaeyy

I had a string quartet playing songs for me
And a heart that kept the rhythm
'Til it dragged me inwards for a guilty plea
To the DA for my freedom

I got kicked out face-down on a dirty street
Paying dues for my behaviour
Wiping sprayed-on art off the grey concrete
In the fruits of my own labour

In the same manner as I've done before
I just called the world a traitor
As the crippled crawled through the open door
I turned my head to something greater