Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar that 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 is filled of hatred an anger Cause some 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 that it could never be sold My mother me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I God cause he gave my mother cancer us slow like the Feds did to the Blank 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 speak from my The severed head of John the Baptist in tongues Like "Che Guevara" my soliloquies to a gun in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done I don't got a DJ Like Reverond Run, I curse the of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I asked to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, stolen by Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the books Your children are holding, internally bleeding, blooded Stripped of emotion, I go the motions, but there's no Life in my eyes, like I'm hooked up to a respirator to die, hooked up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, an electrocution currently used In my execution, producing thoughts at the of light confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight The evening is white, I made my peace the Lord and now I on his right..
Death is a part of life.. These are my last words, I'm having breathing Dying on the inside, internally Angel of death me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in front of me, for meaning These are my words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, bleeding Angel of death dragging me while I'm sleeping Watching my crumble in front of me, searching for meaning