Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you by suprise an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave spirit broken inside the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'll die And wonder why my heart is full of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a hanger I strangled out the pain until my was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought it could never be sold My mother told me that placing my in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he my mother cancer her slow like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven into the of a Christain I had a of nuclear holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the that I speak from my lungs The severed head of John the Baptist in tongues Like Che Guevara my speak to a gun Pain in slow like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is cause I don't got a DJ Reverend Run, I curse the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I never to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the words of every African Dumped in the ocean, by America Tortured, buried, and frozen out of the history books Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold 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 chair Waiting to fry, sooth in 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 made my peace with the and now I on his right.
Death is a another of life.. are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, bleeding Angel of death dragging me away while I'm Watching my world crumble in of me, searching for meaning