Ex-d-boy, Used To Park My Beamer Now

I Couldn't Even Think About Wanting To Be Something Else; I Wouldn't Let Myself Visualize Another Life. But I Wrote Because I Couldn't Stop. It Was A Release, A Mental Exercise, A Way Of Keeping Sane.

Only He Without Sin Can Tell Me If My Means Justify My Ends.

Can I Hit It In The Morning With Out Giving You Have Of My Dough?

The Nets' A Stone Throw From Where I Used To Throw Bricks ...so It's Only Right I'm Still Tossing 'round Knicks.

I Will Not Lose, For Even In Defeat/there's A Valuable Lesson Learned, So It Evens Up For Me