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 Provoking my demise, I'll your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million people you'd die And niggaz wonder why my is filled of hatred an anger some bitch killed my first born son with a coat hanger I strangled out the until my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought it could never be sold 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 did to the Blank Panthers The of genocide is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven the holidays of a Christian I had a of nuclear holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words I speak from my lungs The head of John the Baptist speaking in tongues Like "Che Guevara" my soliloquies to a gun in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is cause I don't got a DJ Like Reverond Run, I curse the life of any man who Benevolent ones, I never to be the messenger But I was to speak the words of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, stolen by Tortured, buried, and frozen out of the history books Your children are holding, bleeding, cold blooded of emotion, I go through the motions, but there's 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, sooth an electrocution currently In my execution, producing thoughts at the of light Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is The is white, I made my peace with the Lord 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, internally Angel of death me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in of me, searching for meaning These are my words, I'm having difficultly breathing on the inside, internally bleeding Angel of death dragging me away I'm sleeping Watching my crumble in front of me, searching for meaning