Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things seen 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 your broken inside Like the of 50 million people hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a hanger I strangled out the until my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought it could never be sold My mother me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he my mother cancer Killing her slow like the Feds did to the Blank The genesis of is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven into the of a Christain I had a vision of holocaust on top of me And is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs The severed head of John the speaking in tongues Like Che Guevara my soliloquies 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 asked to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the words of every African in the ocean, stolen by America Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but no Life in my eyes, it's I'm hooked up to a respirator Waiting to die, hooked up to the chair Waiting to fry, sooth in electrocution currently In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is The evening is white, I made my with the Lord and now I on his right.
Death is a part 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 crumble in front of me, for meaning