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Internally Bleeding
Immortal Technique

Date Added: 2004-12-21 09:29:16

[verse]
yea... yea... ay yo
the things i've seen in life will make you choke by suprise
like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes
provoking my demise, i'll leave your spirit broken inside
like the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'd die
and niggaz wonder why my heary is filled of hatred an anger
cause some bitch killed my first born song with a coat hanger
i strangled out the pain until my soul was empty was cold
crippled and worthless, so i thought that it could never be sold
my mother told me that placing my faith in god was the answer
but then i hated god cause he gave my mother cancer
killing us slow like the feds did to the blank panthers
the genesis of genocide is like a pagan religion
carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a christain
i had a vision of nuclear holocaust on top of me
and this is prophecy, the words that i speak from my lungs
the severed head of john the baptist speaking in tongues
like "cheke vara" my soliloquies speak to a gun
paint in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun
nigga the preaching is done cause i don't got a dj
like reverond run, i curse the life of any man who kills
benevolent ones, i never asked to be the messenger
but i was chosen to speak the words of every african slave
dumped in the ocean, stolen by america
tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history books
your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded
stripped of emotion, i go through the motions, but there's no
life in my eyes, it's like i'm hooked up to a respirator
waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking chair
waiting to fry, sooth an electrocution currently used
in my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of light
burning confusion, i'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight
the evening is white, i made my peace with the lord and now i
stand on his right..
[hook]
death is a another part of life..
these are my last words, i'm having difficultly breathing
dying on the inside, internally bleeding
angel of death dragging me away while i'm sleeping
watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning
these are my last words, i'm having difficultly breathing
dying on the inside, internally bleeding
angel of death dragging me away while i'm sleeping
watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning


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