R.U.I.N. - My Choice lyrics

[Verse: R.U.I.N.] My cla**mates like “Finally exams done!”/ My full plate I wish it was, “I am done!”/ I wish I could say, “It is finished”/ Life's a record I'm on every second I don't take minutes/ K'naan respirator to let it breathe/ Hate on you few haters pathetic please/ I got an inferiority complex/ But I come with superiority to the rest/ Don't test eat your words son/ there's a sharp tongue / Fork in my road/ but I'll take the high road/ Cause I only have two options/ I can say what people feel or be so ill it'll make you nauseous/ True consciousness like Shakur walked the streets/ Or make you drop to the floor co*k the heat/ The talk could be so lovely dubbly beautiful/ Or make you prepare for your puppy's funeral/ Don't push me yo, I'm close to the edge still/ If I fall, hit ground running like tread mills/ Leave you dead still/ in your tracks; I know it's either ‘That's real'/ or “That Man's gotta Chill”/ I could be like “I'm ripping/ immigrants/ ligaments/ leaving disfigurements/ clipping Limb from limb/ you little kids/ won't figure/ the Original tint/ Of the skin's pigment/ But with that script/ I didn't spit/ sh**/ so instead of being The illest lyricist MC with two lips/ the Planet's ever seen!/ Now real talk you'll understand what it means/ And if I get hate, I'll get a lot more meaner/ If I don't get props, wait I go rob your theater/ Like Nas, one mic, but a million pens/ To spit the truth not these appealing trends/ Love's victory fire will conquer everything/ Even the desires to conquer everything/ God is love, gotta agree Marvin Gaye/ God is love, gotta be what my heart say/ In the T-dot but I do it the Brooklyn way/ Spread love! Spread Love! Hope my music be Cooking change/