Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you choke by Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million people you'll die And wonder why my heart is full of hatred an anger Cause some bitch my first born son with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I that it could never be sold My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the But then I hated God he gave my mother cancer Killing her slow the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven the holidays of a Christain I had a of nuclear holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I speak from my The severed of John the Baptist speaking in tongues Like Che Guevara my speak to a gun Pain in slow motion like trees reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done cause I got a DJ Like Reverend Run, I the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I never 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 out of the history books children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded Stripped of emotion, I go the motions, but there's no Life in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking to fry, sooth in electrocution currently used In my execution, producing thoughts at the of light 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.. These are my last words, I'm having breathing Dying on the inside, bleeding Angel of dragging me away while I'm sleeping my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning