I live my life by reason
And reason lives life by life
See reason married the wrong to be cheated on with the right
And that reason did not like
So reason hired dislike
To take both wrong and right out with a gun or knife
But dislike didn’t wanna do it he handed it all to hate
Who felt that it was a job to be handled by old’ fate
And when fate got the bag he tossed it back in their face and said
“This ain't for me yall needa go talk to fake"
They handed the bag to fake and he handled the bag with pride
He went searching for wrong and right
That night
Fake died