Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've in life will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, leave your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 people hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my born son with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain until my soul was was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought it could never be sold My mother told me that placing my in God was the answer But I hated God cause 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 Like Che Guevara my speak to a gun Pain in slow motion like that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done cause I got a DJ Like Reverend Run, I curse the of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I asked to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the words of every slave in the ocean, stolen by America Tortured, buried, and written out of the history books children 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, up to the fucking chair to fry, sooth in electrocution 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.. These are my last words, I'm difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally Angel of death dragging me away I'm sleeping my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning