Martyr Songtext
von Shyne

Shit
Sometimes man
Nigga be contemplatin′
Yo
Livin' in fuckin′ hell
Nigga die might be better
Uh

Walk through the shadow of death
My dick out pissin', rebel
Laughin' at the devil′s homicidal threats

Only if he knew I wanna lie cold
Who the fuck wanna die old on this miserable Earth forever?
Put me in dirt, it′s better than livin' searchin′ treasure
That only brings atrocity and treachery
Baby mothers stressin' me, ain′t no hope left for me
Live every day like it's my last
Waitin′ to meet my niggas that passed
At last I can meet Christ and ask him
"Why the fuck he died on the cross?"


Yeah, these stupid motherfuckers, they still lost
Holla at 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 bust a shot?
Get on my knees, praise big and go fuck with Pac
Find out did he really take five shots
Ask him, "Who shot ya? Was it the feds?"

Couldn't have been Big Poppa, Brooklyn niggas ain't bread
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 or death, what would you choose?
If you had a choice, life or death, what would you choose?
If you had a choice

Life ain′t real, it's a dream we see tomorrow
Reality? Shit, that′s pain and sorrow
Reality is as the beat breaks
A little girl up in the projects gettin' raped
Reality′s a nigga gettin' rocked, shot forty-one times
And you ask me why I run from one time
I don′t even get justice, nigga, sometimes
No time, oh, I'm 'bout to lose my mind

Reality′s fucked up like a hard-workin′ mother


Losin' a job, the battle of good and evil
Like the devil ain′t losin' to God
We on Lucifer′s squad not knowin' what the fuck it all mean
I can′t even get a can of sardines
Niggas drivin' Bentleys, burnin' money
I′m yearnin′ money, takin' your shit how I′m earnin' money
Yet you call me a thief

I call me a broke nigga tryna eat
On this Earth sufferin′, why it's like that?
Guess we here to punish, blame Adam and Eve

If you had a choice, life or death, what would you choose?
If you had a choice, life or death, what would you choose?
If you had a choice, life or death, what would you choose?
If you had a choice

Uh, uh
Holy latex, from nuns I take sex
Play chess with the devil
From the sky like rain shells drop
Immune to this cold world′s horror, beyond shell-shocked
Can't you tell, pop? I need some help, ox
See the metamorphosis, watchin' myself rot
Ice pickin′ cell blocks, hope the twelve stop
On the highway to hell, switchin′ lanes
Niggas that know what it mean to struggle and suffer 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
Put niggas on gurneys 'til I meet my maker

In the name of Amadou Diallo

Fuck Giuliani and Howard Safir, come on

If you had a choice, life or death, what would you choose?
If you had a choice, life or death, what would you choose?
If you had a choice, life or death, what would you choose?
If you had a choice
If you had a choice, life or death, what would you choose?
If you had a choice, life or death, what would you choose?
If you had a choice, life or death, what would you choose?
If you had a choice