Viktor Payne - Choices Lyrics

The way I look at it the games rigged
No privacy amongst yourself
Not even with your kids
All the paparazzi pictures promo where you live
Now you got stalkers who talk of how the love for kids
The world crazy
They glorify the murderers and rapists
It ain't a wonder why a artist like me has never made it
I can't talk about pushing a metric ton I never did that
But if talk about a negus jaw I slid that ain't no get back
Either sell your soul or work for life
Or you can sacrifice your blood that's how it go right
But you got to choose before you twenty when your head ain't right
And you got spit that toxic fire that get the club hype
Well give you this that more of this and add a little smother
But you got to make a twerk song and be naked on your cover pic
Too many choices and not enough voices that speak on it
They vile in they ways soul and the brain they leech on it
And get rich bleed you dry say you lost your sanity
The whole time they bred you for this moment
And plan been in your face
Got to read the fine print fine my Negus
Got to have them lawyers paid up down to the cent my Negus
If you believe in God you might as well repent my Negus
You think it's God when you know you doing business wit demons
Sleeping with the enemy
Walking through the grave yards with bare feet
If you not a fucking slave you're a damn sheep
And that's your choices
Everybody got choices, choices
Choices choices
Everybody got choices, choices
Choices choices
Everybody got choices, choices
The same choices choices
Everybody got choices, choices choices choices
Everybody got choices

The way I look at it the games rigged
No privacy amongst yourself
Not even with your kids
All the paparazzi pictures promo where you live
Now you got stalkers who talk of how the love for kids
The world crazy
They glorify the murderers and rapists
It ain't a wonder why a artist like me has never made it
I can't talk about pushing a metric ton I never did that
But if talk about a negus jaw I slid that ain't no get back
Either sell your soul or work for life
Or you can sacrifice your blood that's how it go right
But you got to choose before you twenty when your head ain't right
And you got spit that toxic fire that get the club hype
Well give you this that more of this and add a little smother
But you got to make a twerk song and be naked on your cover pic
Too many choices and not enough voices that speak on it
They vile in they ways soul and the brain they leech on it
And get rich bleed you dry say you lost your sanity
The whole time they bred you for this moment
And plan been in your face
Got to read the fine print fine my Negus
Got to have them lawyers paid up down to the cent my Negus
If you believe in God you might as well repent my Negus
You think it's God when you know you doing business wit demons
Sleeping with the enemy
Walking through the grave yards with bare feet
If you not a fucking slave you're a damn sheep
And that's your choices
Everybody got choices, choices
Choices choices
Everybody got choices, choices
Choices choices
Everybody got choices, choices
The same choices choices
Everybody got choices, choices choices choices
Everybody got choices