Akala, Ayanna Witter Johnson - Riddle of Life lyrics

Who can read the riddle of life
It’s a tale told by an idiot
Still we can't figure it
Maybe the simplistic things
That is where the wisdom is
Freedom only has meaning if you
Know what a prison is
All we see is differences
Death don’t distinguish ‘em
Flickering flame to the brightest
Light it extinguish ‘em
Then it's gone little spec gone forever
The soil that covers bones decomposes whoever
Whether you’re rich or you’re clever
A buyer or seller could not trade what they
Made for another day even as a slave
The heathen is made by believers enraged
As a gauge to find a way
To deceive us in wage
From the, screen to the page
To the wall of a cage
I wonder if what we say
Ever really has changed
Because, we ain't got a clue
From whom that we came
But giving it names is one of
The ways that we entertain

Deeper and deeper I go
Searching for something unknown
Wander the road take my soul
Standing for something I love

Who can read the riddle of life
I have wondered many times
If Shakespeare was right
And it signifies nothing
Just that heaven’s bluffing
But the jokes on us cos we
Discuss all this deeper stuff

Cos it all just eventually, turns into dust
Must we change our disgust for
The lust of depravity?
And adjust our cusp of reality
I ain't sussed enough to give myself clarity
But I do know enough not to trust any charity
Cos the, language of death
Is spoken, by a golden breath
I know that I am golden but I
Am not hoping to be next
Yes, I do cling to this vanity
And I dip my pen in the ink of insanity
When mind numbing disparity
Passes as normality
The comedy of history is we
Don’t see it’s a tragedy

Deeper and deeper I go
Searching for something unknown
Wander the road take my soul
Standing for something I love

Who can read the riddle of life
We ain't given equipment for
Recognising the signs so lines are unclear
Trying to undo tears is
Near enough impossible we’re clung to fear
The cost of letting go, is less than we know
But still
It’s way more than we are willing to show
So we cling harder, my mother and my father
As if, they’re the only ones that gave
Birth to a child they say
Life is a gift but I don’t know if it is
Not because I’m pissed I literally
Don’t know what it is
Are we spirit's from another realm
Cast down into this world?
Or just animals focused on
How we feed ourselves
Heaven or hell what’s the perspective?
A strong desire to return to the source
And we call it a death wish
But maybe, they have just settled the riddle
No beginning or end but there’s
A life in the middle