This is a song about "I choose you"

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Father , i suggest you take cover/ on that day , if i choose to stay/

But you better choose carefully

Its a war with the enemy

He is a drug dealer, nigga its what you choose,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Do i choose fun now? or do i choose fun later?

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

If i had to choose, to win or loose, lets just say you would be abused.

Did you choose to have parents?

We don't ever make love

Little latasha sho' grown

This path i choose to walk alone