When I feel like a crime

When I feel like a crime, good and evil don't rhyme. I have a choice, now i have to make up my mind. What do I see? How do I feel? Some people say that crime doesn't pay, but if I can't afford a loaf of bread, why won't my brother feed me instead? So I have to think, here and there, my conscience is telling me just leave it there! When I feel like a crime, my heart so sad because what ive got is what someone else had. So i have to think day by day, how will i eat legally everyday.  When i feel like a crime, I just keep what's mine and follow my mind!