This is a song about "Making good choices"

So hold back ya tears

Making a difference,

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

In my life i've made a million different choices

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

From voices of dead memories because of my bad choices.

It provides "protection" for it's people, yet kids are lured into bad choices,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Unaware that energies making choices to our eyes are hidden

Rawest practice and making

And this will be the song that we sing