Trying to be Real

I hate people with no freedom
Out to hurt the innocent
Telling others that which they needed
Will always be a secret
In this way I also hate myself
To show a trivial point
Work to stand for yourself
No matter of the joint
No Means of telling one
They really have no heart
Beacause the foolish pun
Is that they really have no part
So I guess maybe torture
Is what they always say
In this land of forclosure
They'll always get their way
So I send a special message
one to always stand true
a sort of manic present
Straight into the view
Live life straight or just get lost
Better really do it
You will eventually pay the cost
No matter how you're through it