It's Alive
Back to the future in the middle of the 80's
Little baby Mike and Mary made me
Time will tell if Ryan's science will
Be shinin' or be shady
Ghostwrite a comic and then we
Go back to the spot
That was when me and my dad would
Walk up the block to 7-Eleven together
And then they were separate, gettin' divorced
I'm callin' the cops in the
Night, I was five, maybe four
And we were white so thеy knocked
On the door instead of shootin'
But my dad, I lovе him, leavin'
See him every other weekend
How is all this happenin'? It's first grade
I'm in councilin' six schools, five years
But my grades astounded 'em
The serotonin dosage gettin' noticed
Explosive but her new man, fights last
All night, I'm worn down like bike path
They did a number on me like price tags
School, my life rap
My precious superhero sketches
Keep your hands all off my mommy, I go Jason
I go Tommy birthmarks on my body
I drew abs and muscles on me
Medicated with attention 'cause our
House was always tension
My hand was up in class
Like the crowd from front to back
Pick me, pick me, pick me
Break me off another tab
It's a drug, I can't get enough
Teardrops in my cup
When I blink, I guess this is growin' up
Where's the love? I just
I need to get another one
I need to get another one to feel alive
Attention, attention, I need attention
So I got eccentric
I pick up a pencil, it turn to a gun
I'ma need everyone's friendship
Zero superhero, gifted and talented
Rippin' the calendar
Confidence was shiftin' the balances
My addiction, no prescription, but eyeballs
Do make me feel like
I shoot the web out and climb walls
Way before the pop charts, my plot starts
From leavin' Wells for TRL
Dreams of rock star since Pop Tarts
Overcome it, I was destined to prove
My music turned up too loud
For the domestic dispute
While I was makin' shit, had
People lookin', winnin', playin', cD booklet
Girls feelin' him, sin with him
Wells five-star
Send 'em, I'll give 'em cinnamon
Started makin' music
But my demons on the NordicTrack
And that was therapeutic i was movin', Gail
Paulie introduced me to weed
Just to add another fix to my needs to fit in
Then they're lovin' little me for
How I'm spittin' the frees
Sick and diseased
Christmas wasn't gifted as me
From the seacoast, I see goals
Not rap careers
2008 came, bitches, I'm here, goodbye
I need to get another one
I need to get another one to feel alive