Letra Martyr de Shyne

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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 pissing
Rebel, laughing at the devil, homicidal threats
Only if he knew, I wanna lie a coal, who the fuck 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 niggaz that passed
At last I could meet Christ, ask him why the fuck you died on the cross
Here these stupid motherfuckers, 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 fuck 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 niggaz ain´t braille
Like that, ask Martin, why the fuck you ain´t fight back

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, 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,
Nigga sometimes, no times, oh I´m bout to lose my mind
Reality´s fucked 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 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

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
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
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

If you had a choice