Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will you choke by suprise Like an fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave your broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is full of an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a coat I strangled out the until my soul was empty was cold and worthless, so I thought 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 like the did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan 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 from my The severed head of John the speaking in tongues Che Guevara my soliloquies speak to a gun Pain in slow motion trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is cause I don't got a DJ Like Reverend Run, I curse the life of any man who Benevolent ones, I never to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the words of every slave Dumped in the ocean, stolen by Tortured, buried, and written out of the history books Your are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded of emotion, I go through 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 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 with the Lord and now I on his right.
Death is a part of life.. These are my last words, I'm difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for