Yea... Yea... Ay yo The I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken Like the feeling of 50 people hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is full of an anger Cause some bitch my first born son with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain until my was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it never be sold My told me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he gave my cancer Killing her slow like the did to the Blank Panthers The of genocide is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, into the holidays of a Christain I had a vision of nuclear on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I speak my lungs The severed head of the Baptist speaking in tongues Like Che my soliloquies speak to a gun Pain in motion like trees that reach for the sun the preaching is done cause I don't got a DJ Like Run, I curse 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 African Dumped in the ocean, by America Tortured, buried, and written out of the history books children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but no Life in my eyes, it's like I'm up to a respirator Waiting to die, hooked up to the chair Waiting to fry, sooth in currently used In my execution, producing at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, is tight The evening is white, I my peace with the Lord and now I on his right.
Death is a another of life.. These are my last words, I'm difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally Angel of death dragging me while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in front of me, for meaning