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