Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've in life will make you choke by suprise an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave your broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born son a coat hanger I strangled out the pain my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought it could never be sold My told me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I God cause he gave my mother cancer her slow like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a I had a vision of nuclear on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I speak 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 cause I got a DJ Like Reverend Run, I the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the But I was chosen to speak the of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, by America Tortured, buried, and written out of the history 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 Waiting to die, up to the fucking chair to fry, sooth in electrocution currently used In my execution, producing at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, 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, bleeding Angel of death dragging me while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in of me, searching for meaning