Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things seen in life will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 people hoping you'd die And niggaz why my heart is filled of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a hanger I out the pain until my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it never be sold My mother me that 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 is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, into the holidays of a Christian I had a vision of nuclear on top of me And this is prophecy, the words I speak from my lungs The head of John the Baptist speaking 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 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 of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, by America Tortured, buried, and frozen out of the history books children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded 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 an currently used In my execution, producing at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is The evening is white, I made my peace with the 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, bleeding of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world in front of me, searching for meaning are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, bleeding Angel of death dragging me away while I'm Watching my world crumble in front of me, for meaning