Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you choke by 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 heart is full of an anger Cause some killed my first born son with a coat hanger I out the pain 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 slow like the did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a religion Carefully hidden, woven into the of a Christain I had a vision of holocaust on top of me And is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs The severed of John the Baptist speaking in tongues Che Guevara my soliloquies speak to a gun Pain in 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 never to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the words of African slave in the ocean, stolen 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 to die, hooked up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, sooth in currently used In my execution, producing at the speed of light confusion, I'm loosing 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 Dying on the inside, internally Angel of dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in of me, searching for meaning