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 spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 people hoping you'll die And niggaz why my heart is full of hatred an anger some bitch killed my first born son with a coat hanger I out the pain until my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought it could never be sold My told me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he gave my mother Killing her slow like the Feds did to the Panthers The genesis of genocide is a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven the holidays of a Christain I had a vision of nuclear on top of me And is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs The severed head of John the Baptist in tongues Like Che Guevara my speak to a gun Pain in slow like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done I don't 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 to speak the words of every African slave in the ocean, stolen by America Tortured, buried, and written out of the history books Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold 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, sooth in electrocution currently In my execution, thoughts at the speed of light confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight The evening is white, I my peace with 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, bleeding Angel of death me away while I'm sleeping Watching my crumble in front of me, searching for meaning