Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things seen in life will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted in a jar that opened it's eyes my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million people you'd die And niggaz wonder why my heart is 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 placing my faith in God was the answer But then I God cause he gave my mother cancer us slow like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a religion Carefully hidden, into the holidays of a Christian I had a vision of nuclear on top of me And is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs The head of John the Baptist speaking 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 Reverond Run, I curse the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the But I was chosen to the words of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, stolen by Tortured, buried, and written out of the history books children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but no Life in my eyes, it's I'm hooked up to a respirator Waiting to die, up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, sooth an electrocution currently In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight The evening is white, I made my peace the Lord and now I on his right..
Death is a part of life.. These are my last words, I'm difficultly breathing on the inside, internally bleeding Angel of death dragging me away while I'm Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally Angel of death dragging me while I'm sleeping my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning