Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in will make you choke by suprise Like an fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll your spirit broken inside Like the of 50 million people hoping you'd 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 that it could never be My told me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he gave my mother Killing us slow like the Feds did to the Panthers The of genocide is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven the holidays of a Christian I had a vision of holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words I speak from my lungs The severed head of John the Baptist in tongues Like "Che Guevara" my speak to a gun Paint in slow like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is 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 the words of every African slave in the ocean, stolen 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 Life in my eyes, it's like I'm up to a respirator Waiting to die, up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, an electrocution currently used In my execution, thoughts at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm my sight, breathing is tight The evening is white, I made my with the Lord and now I on his right..
Death is a another of life.. These are my last words, I'm having breathing Dying on the inside, internally Angel of death me away while I'm sleeping Watching my crumble in front of me, searching for meaning These are my last words, I'm having difficultly Dying on the inside, bleeding of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world in front of me, searching for meaning