| Sometimes I have a ghetto in my mind |
| And other times, sunshine, high head fine |
| In between I get cold, old mean |
| Intertwined with country pride, open and kind |
| This draws a line, sorry to coin a phrase |
| And on either side is wisdom and rage |
| So keeping track of time, racing with my age |
| Sleeping with the snakes, forget that you showed up late |
| It ain’t worth it baby |
| A charmed life it is, at least they tell you so |
| I got a good idea, it ain’t like they say is so |
| And if it is then let me go, let me go |
| Any day there might be hell to pay |
| But in other ways it makes it seem ok |
| I’ll tell you what I mean, it’s not a plot nor a scheme |
| It’s just peace in my mind, again, can I use the word kind? |
| I ain’t sorry about it baby |
| A charmed life it is, at least they tell you so |
| I got a good idea, it ain’t like they say is so |
| And if it is then let me go, let me go, let me go |