Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken Like the feeling of 50 million people hoping die And niggaz wonder why my heart is of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my born son with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain until my was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought it could never be sold My mother told me placing my faith in God was the answer But then I God cause he gave my mother cancer Killing her like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The of genocide is like a Pagan religion hidden, woven into 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 head of the Baptist speaking in tongues Like Che Guevara my soliloquies to a gun in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done cause I got a DJ Like Reverend Run, I curse the of any man who kills ones, I never asked to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the words of every slave in the ocean, stolen by America Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded Stripped of emotion, I go the motions, but there's no Life in my eyes, like I'm hooked up to a respirator Waiting to die, hooked up to the chair to fry, sooth in electrocution currently used In my execution, producing at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm my sight, breathing is tight The evening is white, I made my peace the Lord and now I on his right.
Death is a another of life.. These are my last words, I'm having difficultly Dying on the inside, bleeding Angel of dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for