Criminals

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