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



Credits
Writer(s): Hugh Ham
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