[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 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
CHORUS(3X)
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
CHORUS (3X)
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
CHORUS (3X)
if you had a choice
