Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things seen in life will make you choke by suprise an aborted fetus 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 why my heart is full of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my first son with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty was and worthless, so I thought that it could never be sold My mother told me that my faith in God was the answer But then I God cause he gave my mother cancer Killing her slow like the Feds did to the Blank The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan 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 speak my lungs The severed head of John the Baptist in tongues Che Guevara my soliloquies speak to a gun Pain in slow motion like trees reach for the sun Nigga the is done cause 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, by America Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded Stripped of emotion, I go the motions, but there's no Life in my eyes, it's like I'm up to a respirator to die, hooked up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, sooth in currently used In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of Burning confusion, I'm my sight, breathing is tight The evening is white, I made my with the Lord and now I on his right.
Death is a part of life.. These are my words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, bleeding Angel of dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my crumble in front of me, searching for meaning