Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken Like the feeling of 50 million hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is of hatred an anger Cause bitch killed my first born son with a coat hanger I strangled out the until my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could be sold My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the 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 Carefully hidden, into the holidays of a Christain I had a of nuclear holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I from my lungs The severed head of John the Baptist 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 of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the 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, like I'm hooked up to a respirator Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking Waiting to fry, in electrocution currently used 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 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 dragging me away I'm sleeping Watching my world in front of me, searching for meaning