Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life make you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened eyes Provoking my demise, I'll your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is of hatred an anger Cause some killed my first born son with a coat hanger I out the pain until my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could never be My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the But then I hated God cause he gave my mother Killing her slow like the Feds did to the Blank The genesis of is like a Pagan religion hidden, woven 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 John the Baptist in tongues Like Che my soliloquies speak to a gun Pain in slow 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 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 books Your are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded Stripped of emotion, I go the motions, but there's 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 at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm my sight, breathing is tight The evening is white, I made my peace the Lord and now I on his right.
Death is a part of life.. These are my last words, I'm having breathing on the inside, internally bleeding Angel of death me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world in front of me, searching for meaning