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 Like the feeling of 50 people hoping you'll die And niggaz why my heart is full of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a hanger I out the pain until my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it never be sold My mother told me that my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he my mother cancer Killing her like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a I had a vision of holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I speak from my The head of John the Baptist speaking in tongues Like Che Guevara my 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 Reverend Run, I curse the life of any man who Benevolent ones, I never to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, stolen by Tortured, buried, and written out of the history books Your children are holding, bleeding, cold blooded of emotion, I go through 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 chair Waiting to fry, sooth in electrocution currently In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, is tight The evening is white, I made my peace 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, internally Angel of death me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world in front of me, searching for meaning