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emskee - ridiculous choices كلمات الأغنية

[chorus] [emskee]:
it’s confusin’
what you’re chosin’
that’ irrelevant
you think you’re better man?
that’s ridiculous
kind of offensive
don’t get defensive
i know you meant it

[verse one] [emskee]:
yo
are you skinny or fat?
big br–sts or flat?
white or black?
straight or g-y?
everyday there’s a question of debate
many reasons to hate
the mind state of judge that just loves to contemplate
vice pressure closin’ in on your head
to make a decision based on what somebody else said
it’s an invisible plague we’re all caught in
the image concerned makes humanity burn
a turban means terror but a suit is legitimate?
or livin’ in the lands of the sand, you with the taliban?
some read the bible, others read the koran
then discriminate heavy against the fellow man
what’s your religion?
why’d you make that decision?
what’s the size of your tv?
is it hi definition?
quick, choose a position that allows you to fit in
the m-ss opinion pit fall
stop that sh-t y’all

[chorus] [emskee]:
it’s confusin’
what you’re chosin’
that’ irrelevant
you think you’re better man?
that’s ridiculous
kind of offensive
don’t get defensive
i know you meant it
how are you thinkin’?
you’re not sensitive?
you heard me clearly
stop playin’ dumb with me
if you can ‘huh’ then you can hear me clear
take control of your voices of ridiculous choices

[verse two] [dirt e. dutch]:
you a g*nius who barely graduated high school
lightin’ green sh-t, pickin’ white with your night crew
a fiend for the thick and tight, like to fight too
with a mean clique you run right through
you had a right to
make your own choices
take your own advice
make the same mistake twice and always pay the price
move away from the hood to chance your life
it didn’t help cause you never took a look at yourself, it’s trife
even your wife’s like, “god d-mn man. i mean i love you
but please put the family above you
and all the drugs you, keep in the crib
and all the thugs you, bring by the kid
that sh-t need to cease
and what about the piece you keep under the bed?
amazed you ain’t in jail and our son ain’t dead.”
you better listen to the wisdom in the voice while you can
or it’s one more ridiculous choice my man
but you’se like
“huh?”

[verse three] [breez evahflowin’]:
the choice is yours
you can get with this
or you can get with that
and everything is fine
until you get smacked in the back by engine #9
i used to want to draw way before i wrote a rhyme
borderline confused then
i’d draw the line, stay fused in
’til i heard nothin’ but the music
my views shift
props
the ego gets boosted
the music, flops
i lean on excuses
wanna blame the beat but i’m thee one who choosed it
fears manifest as cheers stretch to boos it’s
decision time
this the kind defined as st-tching time
to save nine down the line
yet stay in line, you still do it
so meticulous, yet so ridiculous
as to make time to make music
i guess it depends how you look at the exhibit
it’s hardest for the artist who chooses to live with it

- emskee

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