The Question

This body, this blood bag is festering my soul, scratching and gnawing till numb I feel nothing my humanity is cringing out of my reality making my abs rock hard and bossism pop like pressured balloons  watt use to be solid ground became mud puddles of puddles of puddles in my last night 2A.M. slumber where reality becomes a dream and a dream becomes real life moments You can see why Pain is my religion because it’s the only things that's factional I rub my eyes to see if watt I see is sound but I can't seem to tell broccoli from a tree I am lost but losing yourself is the only cure of finding yourself  they say  if a tree falls in the woods with no one around it doesn't make a sound they say watt goes up must come down they say green is green and blue is blue they say they say they say I say Not True trees make a sound when you’re not around because the weight and pressure of it when collides with the ground the suns always up and it never goes down the earth just rotates on a axis so it seems that the suns diving into the ground, green became green because society said so but blue could be green and green could be gold don't tell me watts watt cause no one knows it’s just that pasted generates gave things a hypothesis so mysteries could be exposed You see water trickling down the wall but I see the bigger picture I see Niagara Falls the further back You go the father You can see then questions that are asked upon you could be answered differently Anybody could stand up and call themselves No stranger to the strange but it’s not just a title it's about watt You know how You think watt You see it’s a strand of DNA that bonds our sisters and our brothers together that are also known as the Underdogs