My history and future was/is Scripted

If its all written

Then that means its scripted

So who do I talk to when I wanna write my own adventure

How long are we suppose to suffer being indentured

Or was that the trick

Convince us this is it

Promise you freedom but give you the dick

And we think we have rights

We're less than human

Our bodies have been consumed in

Hatred

Convinced it’s our make up

The DNA double helix

Will prove it all if we believe it

But bereave it

Because it'll take more than hope to achieve it

but that's all they gave us

Disguised it as faith

For our sake

"Then let them eat cake"

That won't supply

Only deny

And we take pride in the slum

That we supposedly came from

If we don't discuss what happen before

Then all can be ignored

"We'll supply you with your historical journey”

I know your yeaning

And hope to find culture

And that need gets stronger the more you get older

but the further you are the closer

Ill tell you how its supposed to be

Before the voyage across the sea

There lived me

In a tribe not a city

No gold no roads

And no souls

We hunt for food

And communicate like fools

What a terrible plight

Pale face save us from this life

So we came and we were all thinking the same

If we make it on the voyage then ill lives will be plain

But the script was written

And the information we were given was not how we would be living

I know something was wrong when we left in chains

My partner next to me was maimed

I don't think he'll make it

But whatever burden he endures I'll take it

Right along with him

Chains and whips for slaves on ships

And any critic will tell you it is what it is

Well that's just it

You don't even recognize that an injustice was done

And criticize us when we have nowhere to run

you took everything and gave us nothing

But suffering and ways to cheat your system

Its our only form of resistance to this script that was written

Well kill me with your pen or let me edit and finish