Shyne - Martyr Lyrics
"Martyr"[Talking]Shit, sometimes man, a nigga becontemplating,Yo, living in *****in' 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***** 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***** you died on the crossHere these stupid mother*****ers, they still lostI'll ask Malcolm, see what it was like to fight for civil rightsAnd nights he thought he would die, what didhe doDid he grab his gun and a bust shot?Get on my knees praise Big and go *****with PacFind out did he really take 5 shotsAsk him, who shot ya, was it the Feds?Couldn't of been Big Poppa, Brooklynniggaz ain't brailleLike that, ask Martin, why the ***** youain't fight back[CHORUS (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 tolose my mindReality's *****ed 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 ***** 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 brokenigga trying to eatOn this earth suffering, why its like thatGuess we the punished, blame Adam and Eve[CHORUS (3X)]If you had a choice,life or deathWhat would you chooseIf 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 coldworld'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 sufferand 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 ongurneys till I meet my makerAnd I need my ama ? ***** Guiliani and Howard Seiffler[CHORUS (3X)]If you had a choice,life or deathWhat would you chooseIf you had a choice
