[Intro – Dusty Blues Guitar, Deep Bass, Whispered] Mmm-mmm... yeah... Oh-oh-oh... They weighed my bones, They measured time. But who can weigh The thought that's mine? [Verse 1 – Bluesy Hip-Hop, Laid-Back Flow] Two maps of mass in a quantum state, No chosen path, no settled fate. One source, two shapes, no certain ground, Which geometry gets written down? Gravitational self-energy, A difference drawn in density. H-bar over E-G, A clock proposed, not certainty. A measured rate, a calculated fall, But does that tell us who can feel at all? A thousand laws could tell me how— Not one has told me why I'm now. [Pre-Chorus – Blues Call and Response] Oh, I can count the days... (Mmm-mmm...) But can I count the feeling? I can trace the phase... (Ah-ah-ah...) But what makes it revealing? [Chorus I – Ragga Groove, Offbeat Guitar] Hold that weight, let it roll, Can a force explain a soul? If the branches cease to sway, Who feels something fade away? Oh-oh-oh, I wanna know, Where does all that feeling go? You can tell me when things fall, But can you tell me who feels at all? [Verse 2 – Tight Hip-Hop, Internal Rhymes] Smear the mass, set the scale, Change the width, rewrite the tale. Too sharp a source, the data bite, The silent detectors limit the night. Tubulin bends, but bending ain't proof, Of quantum states beneath that roof. An electron's phase, a protein's weight— Don't mix the two to manufacture fate. Warm water, noise, the loss of phase, No secret mind inside the haze. A billion parts don't make one wave, Just 'cause the numbers misbehave. You want the truth? Then name the test. What must survive? What fails the rest? If gravity can end the dance, Does that explain the feel of chance? [Chorus II – Ragga, Stronger Bass, Vocal Doubles] Hold that weight, let it slide, What's the difference felt inside? If the branches break apart, Who decides there was a heart? Ah-ah-ah, the numbers flow, Oh-oh-oh, but what do they show? You can tell me when things fall, But can you tell me why they feel at all? [Instrumental Break – Psychedelic Dub, Slide Guitar] (Mmm-mmm-mmm...) (Ah-ah-ah...) Oh, the rhythm bends... The echo splits... The echo splits... The echo... slips... [Bridge – Raw Blues, Sparse Piano] Suppose the theory passed the test, And every rival came out second-best. Suppose the collapse was truly there, A physical event, precise and fair. Would every stone that followed through Remember rain or midnight blue? If not, what makes a neuron more Than matter following a law? (Mmm... tell me...) If one event can end a state, What gives experience its weight? Don't hand me mystery dressed as fact. Show me the law, then show the act. [Rap Climax – Double-Time, Broken Rhythm] A shift in mass, a shift in phase, A model built on what decays. But every claim must pay its debt, To every test we haven't met. No mind inferred from energy, No self derived from geometry. If what I am depends on this, Then show me what the theory missed. Not how the state is made to cease— But why there's someone seeking peace. [Final Chorus – Blues-Ragga Fusion, Full Emotional Release] Hold that weight, don't let it go, There's a limit to what laws can show. If the branches disappear, Why is anybody here? Oh-oh-oh, I feel the strain, Mmm-mmm-mmm, I ask again. You can measure every fall— But not explain the feel at all. [Outro – Solo Blues Guitar, Dub Echo, Near Silence] One law for when... One question why... (Mmm-mmm...) No witness written In the sky. (Ah-ah-ah...) Still I feel. Still I ask. Still... I.
