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[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

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