Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you choke by an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, leave your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 people hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is full of an anger Cause some killed my first born son with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought it could never be sold My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the But then I hated God cause he gave my mother Killing her slow like the Feds did to the Panthers The genesis of genocide is a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven the holidays of a Christain I had a vision of holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the that I speak from my lungs The severed of John the Baptist speaking in tongues Che Guevara my soliloquies speak to a gun Pain in slow motion trees that reach for the sun Nigga the is done cause I don't got a DJ Like Run, I curse the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I never to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the words of every African Dumped in the ocean, by America Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history Your children are holding, internally bleeding, blooded Stripped of emotion, I go the motions, but there's no Life in my eyes, it's I'm hooked up to a respirator to die, hooked up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, in electrocution currently used In my execution, thoughts at the speed of light confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight The is white, I made my peace with the Lord and now I on his right.
Death is a part of life.. These are my last words, I'm having difficultly Dying on the inside, bleeding Angel of death dragging me away while I'm Watching my crumble in front of me, searching for meaning