Artist: Alexipharmic
Album:  American Beauty
Song:   I
Typed by: thisisatlas@gmail.com

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