Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you choke by Like an aborted fetus in a jar that it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave your broken inside Like the feeling of 50 people hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is full of an anger Cause bitch killed my first born son with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain until my soul was 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 hated God cause he gave my cancer Killing her slow the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a religion Carefully hidden, 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 Baptist speaking in Like Che my soliloquies speak to a gun Pain in slow motion trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done I don't got a DJ Reverend Run, I curse the life 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, cold of emotion, I go through 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, 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 my peace with the Lord 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 front of me, for meaning