Chasing Madness

Chasing madness over
Something I can only barely conceive.
What's happened to me?
And if I get there, will I
Be so satisfied, I won't need a thing?
Even to breathe?

Oh God, if You can hear me now, (yeah)
What's this drama all about?
Do you watch the world like we're on TV? (yeah)
A little prime time reality...

Cory, Amy, Michael, Biggie,
Tupac, Whitney, River, Brittany,
Chris, Heath, and on and on…
And I could read this list till the break of dawn,
But It's never gonna stop till we take it on;
I'm afraid it'll be me before I finish this song.
"I'm on the brink of something!"
That's what everybody says,
Trying to think of how to make it while I I I I I-I-I
I'm lying in my bed, crying in my head,
Hoping I'll accomplish what I want before I'm dead.
I'm staying optimistic, but I gotta get fed.
Racing the clock, like everyone else,
Hanging by a thread
Don't ask me why I'm chasing this madness;
I'm facing reality one fragment at a time.
My past is really where it began
I've I'ma give it to ya straight:
I was touched when I was nine.

Chasing madness over
Something I can only barely conceive.
What's happened to me?
And if I get there, will I
Be so satisfied, I won't need a thing?
Even to breathe?

Oh God, if You can hear me now, (yeah)
What's this drama all about?
Do you watch the world like we're on TV? (yeah)
A little prime time reality...

Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, done.
Seven years in, and that's when I started playing,
Had to put my feelings somewhere, 'cause I was so angry
Crazy, changing, hormones raging,
Teenage angst and legit shit that I was facing.
Well maybe I was caving, but there was no escaping.
Thankfully, I still knew my life was worth saving.
So that's why I sat up in that room at night,
With the pen in my hand, and a blue lava light
Propped up nice on the desk that my Mama gave me,
Shining ever so softly, illuminating the pages and
I would just wait for the words to flow out of me like coffee
Pouring poems on paper,
A magic concoction.
From that day forward,
It all became clear.
My gift is my defense,
But my Heart is why I'm here.

Chasing madness over
Something I can only barely conceive.
What's happened to me?
And if I get there, will I
Be so satisfied, I won't need a thing?
Even to breathe?

Oh God, if You can hear me now, (yeah oh yeah)
What's this drama all about?
Do you watch the world like we're on TV? (yeah)
A little prime time reality...

Well, I don't know what I've been told,
But this shit sure is getting old.
'Cause how many times do I have to hear,
"Hold your head up high, dear."?