Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you by suprise Like an aborted in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, leave your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million hoping you'll die And niggaz why my heart is full of hatred an anger Cause some killed my first born son with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty was Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could be sold My mother me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he my mother cancer Killing her slow the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of 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 words I speak from my lungs The severed head of John the speaking in tongues Like Che my soliloquies speak to a gun Pain in slow motion trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done I don't got a DJ Like Reverend Run, I curse the life of any man who Benevolent ones, I never to be the messenger But I was chosen to the words of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, stolen by 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, it's I'm hooked up to a respirator Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking Waiting to fry, sooth in electrocution currently In my execution, producing at the speed of light confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight The evening is white, I made my peace with the and now I on his right.
Death is a another of life.. are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, bleeding Angel of death dragging me away while I'm Watching my world crumble in of me, searching for meaning