El Rap Del Loco

Sometimes I wonder if this world is real
The people I see every day look so normal
But that doesn't mean it's not just another dream
Who assures me that I really live in reality?

Maybe I'm a cartoon character of a God
Or is God a character from a troll cartoon?
I don't know, I'm me, I just go, with my voice
Wondering at the rhythm I set in my flow

I walk through life, questioning existence
And this makes people react with great surprise
Because his chip quickly detects those who question things
And they start attacking them as if they were their prey

By prisoners we mean people who do not think the same
On average, there is no mind control chip
This chip is implanted not as something material
It lies in the subconscious and is difficult to remove

There is a whole process that disguises the truth
Television is one, religion one more
Video games show us that it's fun to kill
The bad thing is that a percentage takes it literally (deamn)

I go out on Sunday people go
To an immense temple to contemplate
A man on an ancient instrument of torture
Then they eat his body, drink his blood and leave

It's strange, but hey, this is my society
I don't know if I'm the crazy one or if it's the others
The strange thing is that if I question about some deity
People often tell me: God should not be questioned

WTF, I don't know how to react
What would be the point of God making us reason?
If you then prohibit people from questioning
Why have a brain if thinking is forbidden?

I think about my existence and I think about what will come
My innate ability has always been to question
But now I understand, people see it as abnormal
If you question what is well seen, you go to the asylum

It's that simple, that's the reality
I can't understand their stuff and they don't understand my rap
Will I be the good one or the bad one, for trying to learn more?
I don't know and if I ask I already know what they will say

I continue on my own, looking for some answer
I feel like a stranger from another planet
Here the rules of the game dictate kill or be prey
The death of living beings gives subsistence to others

The bad thing is that some take the killing to another level
If it's for fashion or fun, culture, I don't see it well
I only know that I know nothing, and I also know that I am Green A
Disengaged rapper shipwrecked on the Internet

Where some cancel you if they get offended
Where YouTube doesn't pay you when you talk about Lucifer
The fool asks for censorship for those he doesn't like
Not knowing that in the future the one who will be censored will be the

The world is regulated by the majority of people
The problem with the masses is that they go with the flow
They dictate fashion and language and even appoint a president
That is why it is dangerous to think against the current

That's why I asked myself if I'm really okay
Well, they call me crazy, when they also
I don't know if everyone is walking backwards now
Or if the floor I walk on is the ceiling that everyone sees

What I see good they see bad
And what I see bad they see good
It's like a strange dream