Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave your broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million people you'd die And niggaz wonder why my heart is filled of hatred an 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 that it could never be sold My mother told me that my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he gave my cancer Killing us slow the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a religion hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christian I had a of nuclear holocaust on top of me And is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs The severed head of John the speaking in tongues Like "Che Guevara" my 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 ones, I never asked to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the words of every African Dumped in the ocean, stolen by Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the books Your children are holding, internally bleeding, blooded of emotion, I go through the motions, but there's no Life in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a Waiting to die, up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, sooth an currently used In my execution, producing thoughts at the of light Burning confusion, I'm my sight, breathing is tight The evening is white, I made my peace the Lord and now I on his right..
Death is a another of life.. These are my last words, I'm having difficultly Dying on the inside, internally Angel of death dragging me away I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in of me, searching for meaning 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 crumble in front of me, searching for meaning