Blood of a Slave

The blood flows in my veins 
The pain flows through my brain 
People wonder about me, but if you asked me 
I couldn't explain 
Why are so many black men letting this society 
Rage them 
We have the blood of slaves 
so this is why so many black men let society 
Cage them 
Leaving their children to the earth and streets 
to raise them 
Behold another story about black lives, lost tribes 
Searching for destiny with no destination 
I'm trying to remember our history, some people say his story 
Our history is all we had and now it's history 
Told in ways where most things are forgotten 
So we adapt to life, dig our own grave, slowly die away and rot 
I'm thirsty Walking through the hot desert like Moses 
searching for freedom 
still I quest for life's meaning