Brick broking back

Call me ``Brick-Nick``
I broke my way back to this jail.
Hole on the wall is TV and box for coming mail.
Freedom with her was waiting in the rain.
I need real thing not alibi for heartstone game.

Company of the world is tighter.
Hawk eyes with eagle manners.
As a bunny boy can`t become a fighter.
Creating happiness, the taste of my tongue.
This is clitoris, the place where I belong.