Shyne Martyr Lyrics

[Talking]
s___, sometimes man, a n____ be contemplating,
Yo, living in f___in' hell, n____ die, might be better.

[Verse 1]
Walk through the shadow of death, my d___ out p___ing
Rebel, laughing at the devil, homicidal threats
Only if he knew, I wanna lie a coal, who the f___ wanna die old
On this miserable earth, forever, put me in dirt
It's better then living searchin treasure
That only brings atrocity, and treachery, baby mothers stressing me
Ain't no hope left in me
Live everyday like it's my last
Waitin' to meet my n____z that passed
At last I could meet Christ, ask him why the f___ you died on the cross
Here these stupid m_________ers, they still lost
I'll ask Malcolm, see what it was like to fight for civil rights
And nights he thought he would die, what did he do
Did he grab his gun and a bust shot?
Get on my knees praise Big and go f___ with Pac
Find out did he really take 5 shots
Ask him, who shot ya, was it the Feds?
Couldn't of been Big Poppa, Brooklyn n____z ain't braille
Like that, ask Martin, why the f___ you ain't fight back

[CHORUS (3X)]
If you had a choice,life or death
What would you choose

If you had a choice

[Verse 2]
Life ain't real its a dream we see tomorrow
Reality, s___ that's pain and sorrow
Reality, disaster beat breaks,
A little girl up in the projects gettin raped
Reality's a n____ gettin rock shot 41 times
And you askin why I run from one time
I don't even get justice,
n____ sometimes, no times, oh I'm bout to lose my mind
Reality's f___ed up, like a hard workin mother, losing her job
The battle of good and evil
Like the devil, ain't losing for god, we on lucifer's squad
Not knowing what the f___ it all mean
I can't even, get a can of sardines
n____z driving bentley's, burning money, I'm yearnin money
Taking your s___, I'm earning money
Yet you call me a thief I call me a broke n____ trying to eat
On this earth suffering, why its like that
Guess we the punished, blame Adam and Eve

[CHORUS (3X)]
If you had a choice

[Verse 3]
Hold your latex, from nuns I take s__,
Play chess, with the devil from the sky
Like rain shells drop immune to this cold world's sorrow
Beyond shell shock, can't you tell pop, I need some help ox
See them meadow officers watchin' myself rot
Ice pick and cell blocks
Hope the 12 stop on the highway to hell, switchin lanes
n____z that know, what I mean to suffer and struggle in the gutter
Slice birthday cakes with box cutters
I did not stutter, you heard me this is utter, reality
Observe me, on a journey puttin n____z on gurneys till I meet my maker
And I need my ama ? f___ Guiliani and Howard Seiffler

[CHORUS (3X)]
If you had a choice