Lyrics

Yeah, I know how I got here.
I got bars on the windows.
I got bars on the windows.
I got bars on the door.

I call it a job.
I don't do it in the day, I call it a job.
Tonight when I play, I call it a job.
Got my mind to make a move, and I'm not smart, just a smart ass.
Got my mind to make a move, now I'm not smart, just a smart ass.
Hey, I don't blame the schools.
And I don't blame the parents.
Because I just went bad by myself.
Well, I guess I took the wrong road.
Wrong road.
I blame myself, can't stand myself

Got my mind to make a move but,
Got a shotgun in the back.
Got my mind to make a move but
But there's a shotgun in my back.
Got my mind to make a move
But there's a shotgun in my back.
Yeah, now I got striped pants, striped shirt.
They got the shotgun in my back.
Now my front can only follow my back.

Drive-by number five.
Drive-by number five.
Got my mind to make a move, every day.
I had to create a job, I had to create one.
Tried to create one.
No, too late to say I'm sorry.
For riding that wrong road.
I could have gone anywhere from there, but I took the long road.
Is it too late to say I'm sorry?
Sorry.

Once right through my sights
I was looking at you.
Oh Lord, forgive me.
Middle of the night, Lord, looking right at you.
Forgive me.
Drive-by number five.