Lyrics Internally Bleeding (dirty) - Immortal Technique
                                                [Immortal 
                                                Technique]
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                heart 
                                                is 
                                                full 
                                                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 
                                                and 
                                                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 
                                                her 
                                                slow 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                Feds 
                                                did 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                Black 
                                                Panthers
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                genesis 
                                                of 
                                                genocide 
                                                is 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                Pagan 
                                                religion
 
                                    
                                
                                                Carefully 
                                                hidden, 
                                                woven 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                holidays 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                Christian
 
                                    
                                
                                                    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 
                                                Che 
                                                Guevara 
                                                my 
                                                soliloquies 
                                                speak 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                gun
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pain 
                                                is 
                                                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.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Death 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                another 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                life.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chorus: 
                                                Immortal 
                                                Technique]
 
                                    
                                
                                                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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