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, I'll leave your broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million people hoping die And niggaz wonder why my heart is filled of an anger Cause bitch 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 that it could never be sold My told me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he gave my cancer Killing us slow like the did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a I had a vision of nuclear on top of me And is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs The severed head of John the Baptist in tongues "Che Guevara" my soliloquies speak to a gun Paint in motion like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done cause I 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 speak the words of every African in the ocean, stolen by America Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the books Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold of emotion, I go through the motions, but there's no Life in my eyes, like I'm hooked up to a respirator to die, hooked up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, sooth an electrocution used In my execution, producing at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm my sight, breathing is tight The evening is white, I my peace with the Lord and now I on his right..
Death is a part of life.. These are my last words, I'm having breathing Dying on the inside, bleeding Angel of death dragging me while I'm sleeping Watching my world in front of me, searching for meaning These are my last words, I'm having breathing on the inside, internally bleeding Angel of death dragging me while I'm sleeping Watching my crumble in front of me, searching for meaning