Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will you choke by suprise an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is full of hatred an Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a hanger I strangled out the pain until my was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I that it could never be sold My mother told me placing my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he gave my cancer Killing her like 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 of nuclear holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I speak from my The severed head of John the Baptist speaking in Like Che Guevara my speak to a gun Pain in slow motion like trees that for the sun Nigga the preaching is done I don't got a DJ Reverend Run, I curse the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I never to be the messenger But I was to speak the words of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, stolen by Tortured, buried, and written out of the history books Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but no Life in my eyes, it's like I'm up to a respirator to die, hooked up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, sooth in currently used In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of 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 another of life.. These are my last words, I'm having breathing Dying on the inside, internally Angel of dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my crumble in front of me, searching for meaning