The Question

The storm ran longer than anaconda
Tax dollars for mass slaughters like «what's the problem?»
Homie, that’s the problem. They sabotaging humanity
Camouflaging reality. Turning us catatonic
Idiocracy live on your Panasonic
And we’re too busy working to fight it
Afraid to be jobless
Fuck. Rather than take action we talk about it
On our phones over quiche & cookies from the supermarket
Hysterical seeds while
America leads by example for greed
Why terrorism breeds in the dark abyss
Meanwhile I’m clocking out my 3rd job & onto the 5th
Walking hard with a limp
Not a pimp
I just wanna sit for like 5 minutes
Til I’m finished
Call me the prime minister of multitasking
Multifaceted in a fashion
That got you so passionately asking questions with no answers like is this real
life
How does curiosity kill felines
And in its free time inspire man to have three eyes and reach for the skies
like a rapper trying to be signed
Or a scientist risking lives to explore sea life or space
Realize your fate
If you wasn’t ready for change you should have stayed behind the gates
See some ain’t truly ready for total freedom
Prefer to be stuck in personal prisoner reruns
What in the fuck
Fuck it be dumb
Waste freewill
Meanwhile we will, continue to be ill
Dreaming of wormholes that modify earth tones
And leaping through unknowns
More ancient than birth stones
The mind goes places that birds don’t
Reverse roles, the heart and the universe merge souls
The unexplained will always surpass perception
And I’ll say the same to the next person who begs to ask the question
Is this real life?