Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken Like the of 50 million people hoping you'll die And niggaz 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 soul was was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it never be sold My told me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he my mother cancer Killing her like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a religion hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christain I had a vision of holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the that I speak from my lungs The severed head of John the Baptist speaking in Like Che Guevara my speak to a gun Pain in slow like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the is done cause I don't got a DJ Like Run, I curse the life of any man who kills ones, I never asked to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, by America Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the books Your are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded 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, up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, sooth in electrocution currently In my execution, producing thoughts at the of light Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is The evening is white, I made my peace with the and now I on his right.
Death is a another of life.. These are my words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally Angel of dragging me away while I'm sleeping my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning