Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you by suprise 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'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is 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 that it could be sold My mother told me placing my faith in God was the answer But then I God cause he gave my mother cancer Killing her like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of is like a Pagan religion hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christain I had a of nuclear 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 my soliloquies speak 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 Run, I curse the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I asked 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, like I'm hooked up to a respirator Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking Waiting to fry, sooth in electrocution currently In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of Burning confusion, I'm my sight, breathing 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 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