WHAT IS MY MISSION?
WHAT IS MY GOAL?
WHAT IS MY STORY THAT PROPHETS HAVE TOLD?
WHAT IS IT THAT LIVES WITHIN ME THAT THE WORLD HATH WROUGHT,
THAT SHALL BE THE STUFF OF FUTURE THOUGHT?
A YOUNG BLACK DODGING THE WHIP OF UNCLE SAM,
SHIELDED BY ONLY THE KNOWLEDGE OF WHO I AM,
A WRETCH IN PLAIN CLOTHES, SEARCHING FOR HIGHER PLATEAUS,
DESTINATION, WHO KNOWS...
POVERTY OR PROSPERITY, GREATNESS OR SHAME,
WHO CAN EXPLAIN? THE BALL OF CONFUSION'S ALL PART OF THE GAME,
I LEAVE TO YOU THESE WORDS THAT I HOLD DEAR,
SO THAT THE WORLD MAY KNOW THAT I WAS HERE.