Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life make you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken 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 strangled out the pain until my was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could be sold My mother told me that my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God he gave my mother cancer Killing her like 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 vision of nuclear on top of me And this is prophecy, the words I speak from my lungs The severed of John the Baptist speaking in tongues Like Che my soliloquies speak to a gun Pain in motion like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done cause I got a DJ Like Run, I curse the life of any man who kills ones, I never asked to be the messenger But I was to speak the words of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, stolen by Tortured, buried, and frozen out of the history books Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but no in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a respirator Waiting to die, up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, sooth in electrocution used In my execution, thoughts at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, is tight The evening is white, I my peace with the Lord and now I on his right.
Death is a another 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