there's a little something new in the air/
there's a little something brewing in here/
there's a little something which moves with no care/
its fate and its something we won't escape/



shout it out,
you want out, but you can't get it,/
specially ever since you had ya pallet whetted/
by the upper echelon's care for a second/
but forget it,
that's the very thing that we dreaded/
cuz once we get it once,
they know we gon regret it/
its ambiguous, dangers of bangers living life residuous/
I could tell you stories, bout killers, Jason Vorhees/
who couldn't open doors, like they needed more keys/
or how they need more keys, so resorted to explore these/
options... and that's when the cops got them/
life confined in time behind the line/
with shine defined by how long the shower line is//
time is up, no matter how much of the grime is cut/
the diamonds cut, but he'll never get the diamond bucks/
now that sucks,
naw that's fate/
or maybe it's something we can't escape,
and that's us.../

chorus

verse 2


little boy tryina make a living,
made it with some givin'/
but now he sees the option to give in/
but his big momma won't let him/
despite all the actions against him/
equal forces never oppose,
so he never been froze/
so he's keeping it goes-in,
keeping his chosen, path/
chosen wrath is craft, soft-spoken/
but hard hittin words whoop ass/
woof past the dogs with bark but no bite/
trife, even 30 pound subwoofers sound light/
never held an arm, and he never held a hand/
no love, no hate, then he became a man/
saw what he could have been, saw what he should have been/
but saw that every new day is where his life anew begins/
and that's fate...
is that fate?
naw that's him...
that's him...

chorus


AND WE CHOOSE IT