Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you choke by Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken Like the feeling of 50 million people you'd die And niggaz wonder why my heart is filled of an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a hanger I strangled out the pain until my was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought it could never be sold My told me that placing my faith in God was the answer But I hated God cause he gave my mother cancer Killing us slow the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The of genocide is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a I had a vision of holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I speak my lungs The severed head of the Baptist speaking in tongues Like "Che Guevara" my soliloquies to a gun in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the is done cause I don't got a DJ Like Run, I curse the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I asked to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the words of every slave Dumped in the ocean, by America Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history Your are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but no Life in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a Waiting to die, hooked up to the chair Waiting to fry, sooth an electrocution used In my execution, producing at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is The evening is white, I my peace with the Lord and now I on his right..
Death is a part of life.. are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally Angel of death me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for These are my last words, I'm having breathing on the inside, internally bleeding Angel of death me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in front of me, for meaning