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Martyr - текст песни



Martyr


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


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








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








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


In the name of Amadou Diallo fuck Guiliani and Howard Seiffler








If you had a choice



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