מילים לשיר Martyr – Shyne

shit, sometimes man, a nigga be contemplating,
yo, living in fuckin' hell, nigga die, might be better. walk through the shadow of death, my dick out pissing
only if he knew, I wanna lie a coal, who the fuck wanna die old
rebel, laughing at the devil, homicidal threats
it's better then living searchin treasure
on this miserable earth, forever, put me in dirt
ain't no hope left in me
that only brings atrocity, and treachery, baby mothers stressing me
live everyday like it's my last
at last I could meet Christ, ask him why the fuck you died on the cross
here these stupid motherfuckers, they still lost
did he grab his gun and a bust shot?
waitin' to meet my niggaz that passed
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
get on my knees praise Big and go fuck with Pac
find out did he really take 5 shots
couldn't of been Big Poppa, Brooklyn niggaz ain't braille
ask him, who shot ya, was it the Feds?
like that, ask Martin, why the fuck you ain't fight back if you had a choice,life or death
CHORUSwhat would you choose if you had a choice
(Verse 2)
life ain't real its a dream we see tomorrow
reality, shit that's pain and sorrow
reality, disaster beat breaks,
a little girl up in the projects gettin raped
reality's a nigga gettin rock shot 41 times
and you askin why I run from one time
I don't even get justice,
reality's fucked up, like a hard workin mother, losing her job
nigga sometimes, no times, oh I'm bout to lose my mind
like the devil, ain't losing for god, we on lucifer's squad
the battle of good and evil
not knowing what the fuck it all mean
I can't even, get a can of sardines
niggaz driving bentley's, burning money, I'm yearnin money
taking your shit, I'm earning money
yet you call me a thief I call me a broke nigga trying to eat
on this earth suffering, why its like that guess we the punished, blame Adam and Eve
CHORUS if you had a choice (Verse 3)
hold your latex, from nuns I take sex,
play chess, with the devil from the sky
like rain shells drop immune to this cold world's sorrow
see them meadow officers watchin' myself rot
ice pick and cell blocks
beyond shell shock, can't you tell pop, I need some help ox
hope the 12 stop on the highway to hell, switchin lanes
niggaz 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 niggaz on gurneys till I meet my maker and I need my ama ? fuck Guiliani and Howard Seiffler
CHORUS if you had a choice.