So there I was, 21
and living a life I should have escaped from.
The parties, the drugs, the violence,
and everything was so incredible
but superficial.
Until I found her,
but when your home becomes a hell
and your hell is certain, you think
"maybe it was hell all along",
"maybe I just didn't see it that way".
All I knew was, there is no god in this city,
no, there is only vice
