The Question Wrekonize (Ft. The Leftouts)

[Verse 1]
(Everybody struggles for the answer)
But what's the question though?

He paced around in his own self doubt
Twenty-two years deep and he's still unsure
Life's his hospital: twenty-one floors, plenty of sores
One disease free, only less than one cure

Once chance to, seek out why we're all ants
A huge planet of stanzas on rhythm to dance to
He fought depression like cancer, in a maze of chancellors
(Everybody struggles for the answer)

Inside a skyrise, he's tries to buy time
But needs to find why, his paths are a mile wide
He knows, the doctor says terminal
A life sentence, of life, mankind meets vertigo

It's a personal quest, searching for depth
Most people die before seeing the light
But not him though, he's gonna find the solvent
Once and for all know why our lives are one big problem

His wife called him, speaking kinda random
Didn't see the problems, didn't understand them
She said he held her love for ransom
So in return, he would learn, when she took away his damn son