El Rap Del Loco

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

Maybe I'm the character in a God's comic strip
Or is God the character in a troll's comic strip?
I don't know, I am me, just going, with my voice
Wondering to the rhythm I set in my flow

I walk through life, questioning existence
And this makes people react with great surprise
Because their chip soon detects those who question things
And then they separate normal people from those who are prey

By prey, let's understand people who don't think the same
As the average, as there's no mental control chip
This chip is implanted not as something material
It lies in the subconscious and is hard to remove

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

I go out on Sunday, people go
To an ancient temple to contemplate
A man on an ancient instrument for torture
Then symbolically eat his body and leave

It's strange, but well, this is my society
I don't know if I'm the crazy one or if others are
The weird thing is that if I question about any deity
People usually tell me: You shouldn't question God

WTF, I don't know how to react
What sense would it make if God made us reason
If immediately after he forbids people to question
I don't find any sense in thinking about not thinking

I think about my existence and 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's well seen, you go to the madhouse

That's the reality, I can't understand their things and they don't understand my rap
Am I 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'll say

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

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 right
I just know that I know nothing, and I also know I'm Green A
Rapper clueless shipwrecked on the Internet

Where rhymes are poison for some on the web
Where criticism abounds like Harlem Shake videos
And I don't know if I'm strange, or if I see everything upside down
Perhaps the floor I step on is the ceiling everyone sees

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