Alexipharmic - I lyrics

rate me

I survived a busted condom and swam through a douche

And planted myself in fallopian tubes

So I exist as the result of a broken Trojan

And implosion of a supernova's explosion

May tenth, eighty-five, this kid went live

For him to arrive somebody must've died

Cause that's just life, it's all give and take

We're along for the ride til someone hits the breaks

At eight years old, my childhood was sold

For a calendar and custody along the winding road

Told everything'd be all right, and everything was

I was lucky enough to be a product of love

But it's still fucked up.

And every move I moved with em

A year later I turned to Buddhism

Around that time the Hutus and Tutsis

Moved me to action, I found my voice to speak

But then my balls dropped and there came a new directive

Chased girls at school like an elective

Watched religion be a system that increasingly decided

It's the fate of other nations be conquered and divided

That's when I chose to write these 8's and 16's

Manifest dreams I chose to believe

Well anyways, the days of high school came and left

Like K-Fed's 15 seconds on Brit's breasts

I'm clinically insane to the point where they claim

That my brain's got the inmates of Bellevue contained

My mind's bound to change

More often that a senile masochist trying hard to cope with the pain

Most days I try to fight my way outta this conundrum

ButÉilligitamati non carbarundum

Each moment's impermanent so what I gotta do's

Stay true to my octagon path and prove

Nothing to anyone when I'm done the race is run

Against myself and no one else Ð achievements don't rest on a shelf

To be honest, I feel half the things I've done

Have been as useful as finding shade on the sun

When I was young I was aware everything was impermanent

Didn't learn to love the moments which made it worse when it

Passed by now I decided to fly

In the testament to those in the past that died

My last night of rest was when I was a fetus

And if you understood the kind of dreams I had you would believe this

Priorities in life are make music, make love

Take slugs out the barrels of loaded guns in slums

Still there's a lot of things I'd like to be

Momma said I could be anything, turned out that she lied to me

Cause I'd be a porn star in a minute

And marry Micah Moore but I'm not double digits

But I was given another responsibility

So when my veins get charged with electricity

The pen starts to move, the blood turns to boil

When the news shows more poor are stuck under soil

Now I think Bush is a Dick, that's true

But I don't rap about that to try to impress you

I'll never respect you if you do to sound political

Which seems to be rap's favorite ritual