Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit inside Like the feeling of 50 people hoping you'll die And niggaz why my heart is full of hatred an anger Cause 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 mother told me that placing my in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he gave my cancer Killing her slow the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, into 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 Like Che Guevara my speak to a gun in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the is done cause I don't 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 written out of the history books Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but no Life in my eyes, like I'm hooked up to a respirator to die, hooked up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, sooth in currently used In my execution, producing at the speed of light confusion, I'm loosing 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.. 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