Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things seen in life will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar that it's eyes my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million hoping you'll die And niggaz why my heart is full of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born son a coat hanger I strangled out the pain until my was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I that it could never be sold My mother told me that my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he my mother cancer Killing her slow the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan Carefully hidden, woven into the of a Christain I had a of nuclear holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I speak my lungs The severed of John the Baptist speaking in tongues Like Che Guevara my speak to a gun Pain in motion like trees that reach for the sun the preaching is done 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 African slave Dumped in the ocean, by America Tortured, buried, and frozen out of the history books Your children are holding, bleeding, cold blooded of emotion, I go through the motions, but there's no Life in my eyes, like I'm hooked up to a respirator Waiting to die, hooked up to the chair Waiting to fry, in electrocution currently used In my execution, thoughts at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, is tight The evening is white, I made my peace with the and now I on his right.
Death is a part of life.. These are my words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world in front of me, searching for meaning