Mama's Basement
I gotta get 'em, got got to get 'em
My mother went away on lifelong trip
I didn't see her much and that hurts a little bit
But I found a world I could break through, escape to
Even when your feeling like the whole planet hates you
Peter Parker that's a character I could relate to
Even had his mask and underoos when I was age 2
I remember buying comics off the spinner rack
Dorchester, MA I would read 'em in a minute flat
Lent 'em to a friend and now they didn't wanna give 'em back
But I need something to read before I hit the sack
Building my imagination, making me a wiser kid
How else would I know what the Ultimate Nullifier is?
How else would I know about mental telepathy and how
With great power comes great... wait wait
I left my comics in my mama's basement
I left my comics in my mama's basement
I left my comics in my mama's basement
I gotta get 'em, I got, got to get 'em
I left my comics in my mama's basement
I left my comics in my mama's basement
I left my comics in my mama's basement
I gotta get 'em, I got, got to get 'em
Gotta get 'em back, gotta get 'em all back
Gotta get that old Hulk gotta get that old Cap
Gotta get that Alpha FLight and that Moon Knight too
Got more back issues than Larry Bird in '92
Some of them are mint and some of them are faded
Some of them are bagged, none of them are graded
Hauled up in a long box
Remind me of the long talks
That I had with my dad, sketching on a note pad
Web Of #1 was so dope to me
That's what I loved before I found this rhythm and the poetry
Now that I'm an older me I found a way to merge 'em
But they always went hand in hand that much is certain
I left my comics in my mama's basement
I left my comics in my mama's basement
I left my comics in my mama's basement
I gotta get 'em, I got, got to get 'em
I left my comics in my mama's basement
I left my comics in my mama's basement
I left my comics in my mama's basement
I gotta get 'em, I got, got to get 'em
Pulled up to her house, about to arrive
I knocked on the door much to her surprise
Hey Ma I know we haven't spoken much
I'm here for the books I had when I was growing up
No wounds need to open up
I don't wanna talk about Dad because you'll be blowing up
Never mind I'll only be a sec
Remember the Batman books I read by the steps?
Those are downstairs I think, I gotta get 'em
I kneel down to Teddy the dog then I pet him
She said what books? The ones that you sold?
Needed money to impress the girl down the road?
The past is the past and you gotta let it go
Same thing goes for us so the story gets told
