Institution, conception, born with strikes against him
Could he make it on his own? Was it his destiny to die alone?
A mental infection, or just clever deception
In the end he fooled himself
he schooled himself with ideas we can't condone

Spent years in squares returning blank stares with cold glares
Only hate for those who hated us or those who didn't care
But the hate intensifies, it's redirected by the lies
of low rent propaganda and instigators in disguise
Disguised as friends with contrary trends
and this one's where the story ends
No matter how we try to wash these lies,
they're engraved in brains like ink in flesh

So what happened to this charming one?
Who had some good inside
Spent a lifetime as a lump of clay that never dried
Never dried or dried too late, now full of misdirected hate
The controlled mold of a weak mind, solidified at the wrong time

Do you just need someone to blame? Is this your way to vent?
Or were you dragged down by the heavy chain of miserable events?
No one spokewas it a joke?
Laugh it up! HA HA! The joke's on us
Cos someone took it serious, and no one said we've had enough
Laugh it up! It's ours, you encouraged this sick trend
You're no more than entertainment cos you're certainly no friend

Race and nation, it's just an inflation,
of your fear and your anger, of your alienation
protection of what? It was built on immigration and frustration
well it should have been your first realization
So what's that you've chosen? Is it sub-cult or sub-human?
Cos your violent decisions cost you more than this religion
Surrounding yourself with ignorance
A life alone is eternal, if you live in the past
Reasons running out fast, and we've all come in last
so take that screw and drive it right up your ass

Another lesson never learned
Now your hate has been returned
And you'll be buried in the ashes of the bridges that you've burned
With your muscle and your pride
All strength is null and void
Cos your mind belongs to anyone who thinks you're worth the time

I don't anymore And to think, after all this time: rindge, two years served, harvard, copley, central square, the rice house, hangerhouse, allston violence, rindge towers, somerville ave, fayette, providene, the fenway, school st we'd built nothing, nothing more powerful than hate Old men in suits, the remains of an unstable organization, men in suits with young recruits Dirty work for the strong in body weak in mind And it's ironic, sad really, that the life you pursue ends with your worst fear, an adult alone and angry at the world