Mystery

One life to live I'ma live it up Wondering if I did enough We all know the history But past present or future it's all just a mystery One life to live I'ma live it up Wondering if I did enough We all know the history But past present or future it's all just a mystery Bred from misery Numb to the crumbs Controller of my fate even with severed thumbs Never succumb to their control Quit the games another mother we need to console Searching the depths of my soul to order my steps As men you are taught to respect Fam connect never neglect Never expect in return that which you don't give yourself Already rich the greatest wealth in life is your health One life to live I'ma live it up Wondering if I did enough We all know the history But past present or future it's all just a mystery One life to live I'ma live it up Wondering if I did enough We all know the history But past present or future it's all just a mystery Another insurrection But this dysfunction was more a missed erection Product of misdirection Their senses came and went or never arrived Hate derived from their lying and pride Slaves that survived the middle passage Were belittled and ravaged From savage to average to living lavish But that came later First our babies were bait for the gators Had to gate us kept in fields Manipulated scriptures caused us to yield Build then they destroy Steal an idea from a black man same black man they employ They enjoy sending those decoys Brainwashed to fight then we're deployed Media ploys misleading remedial boys and girls Noise heard 'round the world A distraction our actions they label infractions Three-fifths of a man fractions their factions Treat our interactions as another chance to kill or incarcerate The cause of their hate dates back To keep their wheel of fortune some blacks never say jack We're all in jeopardy Detached their mind from soul both sold separately Desperately tryna fit a mold wild devils created No money for a funeral another child cremated To make the cast we get castrated Plots thicken shots sicken grief stricken Still cotton picking with no pot to piss in I haven't forgot the missing Ancestors on ocean floors Leaders who opened doors Once told the world is yours so go and claim your victory School the youth to the truth valedictory Our valid history full of noosed necks bloodshed and misery So what's next is no mystery