Текст песни Shyne - Martyr, слова песни Shyne

Текст песни Shyne - Martyr

Shyne - Martyr слова песни

[Talking]shit, sometimes man, a nigga be contemplating,yo, living in fuckin` hell, nigga die, might be better.[Verse 1]walk through the shadow of death, my dick out pissingrebel, laughing at the devil, homicidal threatsonly if he knew, I wanna lie a coal, who the fuck wanna die oldon this miserable earth, forever, put me in dirtit`s better then living searchin treasurethat only brings atrocity, and treachery, baby mothers stressing meain`t no hope left in melive everyday like it`s my lastwaitin` to meet my niggaz that passedat last I could meet Christ, ask him why the fuck you died on the crosshere these stupid motherfuckers, they still lostI`ll ask Malcolm, see what it was like to fight for civil rightsand nights he thought he would die, what did he dodid he grab his gun and a bust shot?get on my knees praise Big and go fuck with Pacfind out did he really take 5 shotsask him, who shot ya, was it the Feds?couldn`t of been Big Poppa, Brooklyn niggaz ain`t braillelike that, ask Martin, why the fuck you ain`t fight backCHORUS(3X)if you had a choice,life or deathwhat would you chooseif you had a choice[Verse 2]life ain`t real its a dream we see tomorrowreality, shit that`s pain and sorrowreality, disaster beat breaks,a little girl up in the projects gettin rapedreality`s a nigga gettin rock shot 41 timesand you askin why I run from one timeI don`t even get justice,nigga sometimes, no times, oh I`m bout to lose my mindreality`s fucked up, like a hard workin mother, losing her jobthe battle of good and evillike the devil, ain`t losing for god, we on lucifer`s squadnot knowing what the fuck it all meanI can`t even, get a can of sardinesniggaz driving bentley`s, burning money, I`m yearnin moneytaking your shit, I`m earning moneyyet you call me a thief I call me a broke nigga trying to eaton this earth suffering, why its like thatguess we the punished, blame Adam and EveCHORUS (3X)if you had a choice[Verse 3]hold your latex, from nuns I take sex,play chess, with the devil from the skylike rain shells drop immune to this cold world`s sorrowbeyond shell shock, can`t you tell pop, I need some help oxsee them meadow officers watchin` myself rotice pick and cell blockshope the 12 stop on the highway to hell, switchin lanesniggaz that know, what I mean to suffer and struggle in the gutterslice birthday cakes with box cuttersI did not stutter, you heard me this is utter, realityobserve me, on a journey puttin niggaz on gurneys till I meet my makerand I need my ama ? fuck Guiliani and Howard SeifflerCHORUS (3X)if you had a choice

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