This criminal Walked into my room He asked me Why do you live this way? Think of all you could have, What I would take
Well, have you got a clue? Why do you live this way? Why do you? Think of all I'd take
You think that I don't know you think that I don't know You're wrong You're wrong
You think that I don't know you think that I don't know You're wrong You're wrong
And to god I called out Over bullets They were in and out, man And it was my end At least I called into question Why we walk this route What is for me in it
