what do we really know?

I can't be mad at nobody why my life is what it is. I was born when I was to serve a purpose in the scheme of life.

What is it all about this thing we in? I wish I knew but I guess that's what makes it sweet. We don't really know why anything. We think we do. We kid ourselves into believing other people's concepts which are born out of pure fear and doubt.

What is it that we really know? Think about that for a moment and you will realize how little we actually do know.