Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things seen in life will make you choke by suprise Like an fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million hoping you'd die And niggaz why my heart is filled of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a coat I out the pain until my soul was empty was cold and worthless, so I thought that it could never be sold My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the But then I hated God cause he gave my mother Killing us like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan Carefully hidden, into the holidays of a Christian 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 the Baptist speaking in tongues Like "Che Guevara" my soliloquies to a gun Paint in slow motion like trees that for the sun Nigga the preaching is done cause I got a DJ Like Run, I curse the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the But I was chosen to the words of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, by America Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history Your are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded Stripped of emotion, I go the motions, but there's no in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a respirator Waiting to die, up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, an electrocution currently used In my execution, producing thoughts at the of light Burning confusion, I'm my sight, breathing is tight The evening is white, I my peace with the Lord and now I on his right..
Death is a another of life.. These are my last words, I'm having breathing Dying on the inside, internally of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my crumble in front of me, searching for meaning are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally Angel of death me away while I'm sleeping my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning