Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you choke by Like an aborted in a jar that opened it's eyes my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million hoping you'd die And niggaz wonder why my heart is of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my first son with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it never be sold My mother told me that placing my in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he gave my cancer Killing us slow like the Feds did to the Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan Carefully hidden, woven into the of a Christian I had a vision of holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I from my lungs The severed head of John the speaking in tongues Like "Che Guevara" my soliloquies to a gun Paint in slow motion like trees that for the sun Nigga the preaching is done cause I got a DJ Like Reverond Run, I the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the But I was to speak the words of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, by America Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history Your children are holding, 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, hooked up to the fucking Waiting to fry, sooth an electrocution currently In my execution, thoughts at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, is tight The is white, I made 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 on the inside, internally bleeding Angel of dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my crumble in front of me, searching for meaning are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, bleeding Angel of death me away while I'm sleeping Watching my crumble in front of me, searching for meaning