Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've in life will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit inside the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is full of an anger Cause some killed my first born son with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it never be sold My mother told me that placing my in God was the answer But then I God cause he gave my mother cancer Killing her slow like the Feds did to the Panthers The genesis of genocide is a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, 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 John the speaking in tongues Like Che Guevara my speak to a gun Pain in slow motion like trees reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done I don't got a DJ Like Run, I curse the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the But I was chosen to speak the words of every African Dumped in the ocean, by America 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 like I'm up to a respirator Waiting to die, up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, sooth in electrocution currently In my execution, thoughts at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm 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.. These are my last words, I'm having breathing Dying on the inside, internally Angel of death dragging me away while I'm Watching my crumble in front of me, searching for meaning