My Microphone - Gonna Get Got

Sometimes I wonder why the hell am I even here at all

Every morning I get up to fall

I work so goddamn hard trying to make them pieces fit

But everything I do it just ends up shit

I’m lying here I’m broke as hell I feel so low

I’m goin nowhere not fast but slow

I look around there ain’t no one and I’m alone

The only thing I got is my microphone

My microphone, my microphone

The only thing I got is my microphone

My microphone, my microphone

The only thing I got is my microphone

Hey girl, I’m sorry that that shit didn’t work out quite like we planned

I’m just a fuck up and I fucked up again

What the fuck more can I say, you don’t wanna hear any more anyway

Let’s back up these memories and store them away

You can keep the tvs and the dvds and the cds

And the picture frames just bring me pain

You can keep that

I don’t need that

And anyway, I don’t wanna bring much more than I am allowed

I only got a little room inside my grandmas house

I guess we’re growing up, we ain’t no kids no more

You know I love you even though I say I’m not sure

But I know that it don’t mean much when I’m walking out the door

And everything’s been said about ten thousand times before

So I’ll just grab my bags leave you alone

There’s just one more thing that i need and that’s my microphone

My microphone, my microphone

The only thing I got is my microphone

My microphone, my microphone

The only thing I got is my microphone

Hey kid, come here

Sit down right over here

I can see you’re losing calm

'Cause things ain’t work with me and you’re mom

And you see my bags are packed, your little stomach’s queasy

And I understand 'cause I’ve been there myself and I know this shit ain’t easy

That last dude donated sperm and he slid in and out well

I’m here to tell you, that dude was a bitch that dude was a coward

And well I guess you know if it’s cool with you tomorrow

I could pick you up at school, I got nothing else to do

I got some beats to bang out but I could make some time to hang out

We could play some soccer baseball whatever occurs gotta face the wall (?) and

I could teach you how to keep it real and still be hip hop

All politely smiling and when they drive away yell fuck the cops

(Ha) Don’t tell your mom that I said that

But let’s get back what I was saying bout how we could just chill and roam not

have to be alone

And in time we’ll grow and we’ll see what time will show though

There ain’t no would should or could cause I’m stayin here for good

Remember when I told you never quit we make it happen (Yeah)

I’ma take this microphone here to the top with this here rappin'

But if somehow i should fail and my dreams whither and die

Maybe I’d get over it as all of them years went by

And we could take some time

And I’d show you how to rhyme

Like Run DMC said it’s tricky

But you’re smart, you’ll learn quickly

And maybe then life wouldn’t feel like a chance I’d blown

Cause if you wanted I would give you my microphone

My microphone, my microphone

Because I love you I would give you my microphone

My microphone my microphone

Who here could ever fuck with my microphone

My microphone, my microphone

Who here could ever touch it

My microphone, my microphone

Because I love you