Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you by suprise Like an fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million people hoping die And wonder why my heart is filled of hatred an anger Cause some bitch my first born son with a coat hanger I out the pain until my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I that it could never be sold My told me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God he gave my mother cancer Killing us like 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 of nuclear holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I speak from my The severed head of John the Baptist speaking in "Che Guevara" my soliloquies speak to a gun Paint in slow like trees that reach for the sun the preaching is done cause 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 slave Dumped in the ocean, stolen by Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history Your children are holding, internally bleeding, blooded Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but no Life in my eyes, it's I'm hooked up to a respirator Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking Waiting to fry, an electrocution currently used In my execution, thoughts at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, is tight The evening is white, I my peace with the Lord and now I on his right..
Death is a part of life.. These are my last words, I'm difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally Angel of death dragging me while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in front of me, for meaning 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