Death Before Dishonor

Death before dishonor
How many choose death?

Damn! How many are left...

I feel like my soul is bleeding and I need to scream
but I'm enveloped in such darkness I doubt
any would understand what my words mean
Locks cover my eyes as tears and snot flow
Death before dishonor
What would you choose though?

You cheat on your wife
put that poison in your arm
3 letters sentence you now
Now you stand calm
death before dishonor
I think we know which you chose
and now you fly away free, part of life's storm
and those you dishonored, are left here to mourn

Damn! So many you left...

They say don't speak ill of the dead
so nigga i won't say a word
But your spirit roams free
So you hear all they never heard
You see all we won't see
and know all we can't know
part of that constant stream
leading us where we shall all go

Well fuck you and fuck them
Fuck it all as it was
I won't sit for no jury
I won't bow to no judge
Though I love my one God
I won't bleed to be a saint
not because I won't
Just because I can't

All I can do is step, 'cus pride is all I got left
It's death before dishonor so as I take my last breath
Know I was loyal to my core
Then lay my ass to rest...

I won't be like those before me, willing to throw the game
I won't be like those before me, willing to bring shame to our name

but even those before me, of their own fault who were slain
my heart bleeds for you surely, as your blood flows through my veins...

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