Yea... Yea... Ay yo The I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar that it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll your spirit broken inside the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is full of an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a hanger I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty was Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it never be sold My mother told me that my faith in God was the answer But I hated God cause he gave my mother cancer Killing her slow like the Feds did to the Blank The genesis of genocide is a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven into the of a Christain I had a of nuclear holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I speak my lungs The head of John the Baptist speaking in tongues Like Che Guevara my speak to a gun Pain in slow like trees that reach for the sun the preaching is done cause I don't got a DJ Like Reverend Run, I curse the life of any man who Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the But I was chosen to speak the words of every slave in the ocean, stolen by America Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the books Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold Stripped of emotion, I go the motions, but there's no Life in my eyes, it's like I'm up to a respirator Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking Waiting to fry, sooth in electrocution used In my execution, producing thoughts at the 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.. are my last words, I'm having 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