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(Verse) |
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The things I've seen in life will make you choke by surprise |
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Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes |
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Provokin' my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside |
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Like the feeling of 50 million people hopin' you'd die |
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And ******s wonder why my heart is full of hatred and anger |
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'Cause some ****** killed my firstborn son with a coat hanger |
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I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty and cold |
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Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could never be sold |
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My mother told me that placin' my faith in God was the answer, |
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but then I hated God cause he gave my mother cancer |
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Killin' her slow like the Feds did to the Black Panthers |
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The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan religion |
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Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christian |
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I had a vision of nuclear holocaust on top of me |
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And this is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs |
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The severed head of John the Baptist speakin' in tongues |
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Like Che Guevara, my soliloquies speak through a gun |
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Pain in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun |
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******, the preachin' is done |
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'Cause I don't got a DJ, like Reverend Run |
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I curse the life of any man who kills benevolent ones |
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I never asked to be the messenger, but I was chosen |
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To speak the words of every African slave dumped in the ocean, |
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stolen by America, tortured, buried, and frozen |
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Written out of the history books your children are holdin' |
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Internally bleedin', cold-blooded, stripped of emotion |
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I go through the motions, but there's no life in my eyes |
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It's like I'm hooked up to a respirator, waitin' to die |
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Hooked up to the ******' chair, waitin' to fry |
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Soothin' an electrocution currently used in my execution |
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Producin' thoughts at the speed of light, burnin' confusion |
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I'm losin' my sight, breathin' is tight, the evening is white |
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I made my peace with the Lord, and now I stand on his right |
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(Hook) |
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(Death is a another part of life!) |
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These are my last words, I'm havin' difficulty breathin' |
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Dyin' on the inside, internally bleedin' |
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Angel of Death draggin' me away while I'm sleepin' |
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Watchin' my world crumble |
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In front of me, searchin' for meanin' |
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These are my last words, I'm havin' difficulty breathin' |
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Dyin' on the inside, internally bleedin' |
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Angel of Death draggin' me away while I'm sleepin' |
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Watchin' my world crumble |
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In front of me, searchin' for meanin' |
