Yea... Yea... Ay yo The I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll your spirit broken inside the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my is full of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a coat I strangled out the pain my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could be sold My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the But then I hated God cause he gave my cancer her slow 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 vision of holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I speak my lungs The severed head of the Baptist speaking in tongues Like Che Guevara my soliloquies to a gun Pain in motion like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done cause I got a DJ Like Reverend Run, I the life of any man who kills ones, I never asked to be the messenger But I was chosen to the words of every African slave in the ocean, stolen by America Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the books children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded Stripped of emotion, I go 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 in currently used In my execution, producing at the speed of light 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 words, I'm having difficultly breathing on the inside, internally bleeding Angel of dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in front of me, for meaning