Iternal Bleeding

Some things I've seen in my life,with make you choke by suprise.
Like a deprived an aborted fetus,in jar about to open it's eyes.
Some driven to provoke me,I left their spirit broken inside.
Like they just got 50 million,an the devil made that rich boy die.
Some people think I'm a happy dude,then some think not.
Some wonder why,why my heart is full of hate and anger.
Because,my Father killed my little Brother.
Made my Ma do it,with a fucking coat hanger.
yes,the Boy wasn't even born,no glimpse of the real world.
Thank God,he didn't get raised in this cold world.
If he did,most likely been shot in a second,got killed.
Who would of thought,this hate was all I ever would be needing.
I feel like I'm dying,got real term.Internal bleeding.

Some blame me,for my Mothers death.
But they shouldn't they should blame God,let him answer.
Because he thought little of my Ma,gave her breast cancer.
Died faster,than the Africans outside vote poles.
Aka-The Black panthers.
Like "Che Guevara",my people speak to the gun.
Yet,we unotice,we are seen as beasts under the sun.
Yet,we just don't take notice,and holla and run.
My Brothers,Obama,the first Black man in the White house.
Being the cat for us all,whilst you run like cats and mouse.
All my life,I felt I've been linked to a respirator.
More ups and downs in my life,like a elevator.
More snaps and blood,than mouse traps and aligators.
Who would of thought,this hate was all I ever would be needing.
I feel like I'm dying,got real term.Internal bleeding.