Contemplate

"Hey how's the wife?" "How's the baby?"
They ask me everyday like thats whats really on my mind room full of women looking at me like I'm going out of style
Well now that i think about it maybe i am
It's rough out here man
One look Two Looks Three Looks Four
It's easy to say or judge me and yeah i know what i have at home but when I steop out that door its me against them
and every now and then
I contemplate

How can I? Why would I?
Is it Worth it? Well Maybe this once........
Is that what drug dealers say to themselves when that fuckin devil is on their shoulder
Guess I'll keep walking, everybody has demons mine are pointing at me like that evil monkey so i look back and
I contemplate

My saving grace is my daughter, she looks at me and i realize Im going to want her to marry a man the opposite of my thoughts
so hey are nice fantasy at night but I'm Chris Rock this thing "I think I love my wife"
I contemplate