Liberty St.

A crystal line first with all your fake up
Crystal meth on the streets they take us
Screaming out all of your past mistakes
Take another pot 'till you elevate
A bench is a bed
Refrigerator box, wishing you were dead
Didn’t hear the drop of the fifty cent
Fucked up by the voices up inside his head
And we would all be in line
For a ticket back in time
Tell me who you used to be
Not a tear, no one cares, no one’s safe
Red face, just face, tell 'em
I tried to rob a girl in a fancy dress
If you get hit 'cause you can’t quit and you can’t escape
If you get lit 'cause you don’t fit and they don’t relate
Town republic corner where they all release
Sleeping next to piss, shit, and broken dreams
Sweetly wrapping package in a sleeping bag
Is it true that there are people here who won’t be saved?
And we would all be in line
For a ticket back in time
Tell me who you used to be
Not a tear, no one cares, no one’s safe