Yea... Yea... Ay yo The I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll your spirit broken inside the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is full of hatred an some bitch killed my first born son with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain until my soul was was cold Crippled and worthless, so I that it could never be sold My mother told me that my faith in God was the answer But I hated God cause he gave my mother cancer her slow like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan Carefully hidden, woven the holidays of a Christain I had a of nuclear holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I speak my lungs The severed head of John the Baptist speaking in Like Che Guevara my speak to a gun Pain in 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 the words of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, stolen by Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history Your children are holding, internally bleeding, blooded Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but no Life in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a Waiting to die, hooked up to the chair Waiting to fry, sooth in 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 with the Lord and now I on his right.
Death is a part 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 crumble in front of me, searching for meaning