Are you kidding me ?
I have to choose between red and blue ?
So I won't seem scared.
Have a gun on my hip
No smile on my lips
So they think I don't care
They tell me "why you worrying so much ?"
It's not my brother bleeding to death so it don't matter
Well , This is the life I've chosen
No one to hold at home, so it's the gun I'm holding
Noone to show me love , So they're ain't no love I'm showing
They say I'm broken
That I'ma end up in jail
Just like my father, Cuz he bailed
But I'm fine , Right ?
Right
