Yo the things I’ve seen in life with make you choke by surprise, like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened its eyes. Provokin’ my demise, I’ll leave your spirit broken inside. Like the feeling of 50 million people hopin’ you die and niggaz wonder why my heart is filled with hatred and anger, because some bitch killed my first-born son with a coat hanger. I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty and cold, crippled and worthless, so I thought it could never be sold.