The Questions

Why do we fight What is alright Is it alright to be surprised Questions in my sight, thinking thinking with all my might Pushing towards the right, in this tug of war fight Am I bending towards the right Or is it just the right Is it the side that I fight Is it dark or is it light Are my words just light Which is the heavier side When will I get answers to these questions Will my life work on presumptions Why do I even look for the answers Only questions arise from these questions Answers never to be found Like these questions aren't around Good question Few even think To ask the question I always get answers Good question Few even think to ask the question I always get answers My mum told me, "Son live your life to the fullest" Been tryna do that to the truest This verse might just work, oh this one will be fire I'd be like a dragon of this, rap line choir But halfway down the page, I stop to write the sound Felt like a helpless bird, with no wings to flap around But I'll be sharper, will be smarter Bring disasters, working harder Will be faster, slam these bastards You doubted me? I'm your master Will not stop even if I gotta take a fall To break all these walls of opposers that stand tall Good question Few even think To ask the question I always get answers Good question Few even think to ask the question I always get answers Was always inquisitive by nature The medium I chose was paper To express myself freely I think, I won't regret it later Do I wanna do this really? I don't even know myself Maybe I'm doing it because I just started and now I can't stop, HELP Why do I feel like people don't get it Or they do but they neglect it? Maybe that I ain't good enough So they wanna hear what's poppin A lot of these questions go in my head As I'm out on the streets walking And people just see a guy, to himself, talking