Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you choke by Like an aborted fetus in a jar opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, leave your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million people hoping die And niggaz why my heart is full of hatred an anger Cause some bitch 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 it could 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 slow like the did to the Blank Panthers The of genocide is like a Pagan religion hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christain I had a vision of nuclear on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I from my lungs The head of John the Baptist speaking in tongues Like Che my soliloquies speak to a gun in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done cause I got a DJ Like Reverend Run, I the life of any man who kills ones, I never asked to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the words of every slave Dumped in the ocean, stolen by Tortured, buried, and written out of the history books Your children are holding, internally bleeding, blooded Stripped of emotion, I go the motions, but there's no Life in my eyes, like I'm hooked up to a respirator Waiting to die, up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, sooth in electrocution currently In my execution, producing thoughts at the of light confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight The evening is white, I made my peace the Lord and now I on his right.
Death is a another of life.. are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally Angel of death dragging me away while I'm Watching my world in front of me, searching for meaning