Emskee - Ridiculous Choices lyrics

[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 breasts or flat? White or black? Straight or gay? 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 ma** opinion pit fall Stop that sh** 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 genius who barely graduated high school Lightin' green sh**, 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 damn man. I mean I love you But please put the family above you And all the d** you, keep in the crib And all the thugs you, bring by the kid That sh** 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?" [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 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 stitching 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 [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