This is a song about "Two choices"

Two different stories,

Hate it when i leave

Pocket racked up all big faces

So we can make good choices

From voices of dead memories because of my bad choices.

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Hope you make the right choices and stay committed

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Unaware that energies making choices to our eyes are hidden

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

It's really not an issue

Cho cho, i choose you two

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Made bad choices in my years but i steer clear of evils touch