Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you choke by Like an aborted in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken Like the of 50 million people hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is full of an anger some 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 never be My told me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God he gave my mother cancer Killing her slow like the did to the Blank Panthers The of genocide is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven the holidays of a Christain I had a of nuclear holocaust on top of me And is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs The severed head of John the Baptist in tongues Che Guevara my soliloquies speak to a gun Pain in motion like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done I don't got a DJ Like Run, I curse the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the But I was chosen to speak the words of every African Dumped in the ocean, by America Tortured, buried, and frozen out of the history books Your are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but no in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked 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 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.. These are my last words, I'm difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally Angel of death dragging me away I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for