I think back to the days, I was about 8
Bumping Disney tunes in car decks ,I couldn’t wait
For the next score to drop from Buddy Baker
I heard Peter Paul and Mary, and I never felt safer
Puff the magic dragon, but If I had a Hammer
I’d bang out the beats turn the songs into a clamour
I mean I couldn’t fall asleep without Ernie and Bert
Singing to me while big bird was putting in work
Singing the most innocent songs, taught me a lesson
Without this basis my lyrics would have no progression
Seriously, music is my biggest obsession
Its one of the purest forms of human expression
Musicians poor their hearts into it, and I’m just like
Issac Hayes or Herbie Handcock, or Tina and Ike
I bought the soundtracks to cartoons bumped in my deck
Simple times as a child, the tracks would reflect
The fun times I had , no desire to fret
About girl problems or gaining respect
I’d sing along with the lyrics or make up my own
Blasting the tracks whenever my parents weren’t home
I’d dance around to the beats, laid from fraggle rock
Even bob my head to theme songs like Alfred Hitchcock
Without music, I would be lost, always pissed
I’m telling you Adam Troy would ceise to exist


Without funk and James brown, I’d never groove
Without classical tunes, My pains would never be soothed
Without out Jazz from Miles Davis I’d never get Blues
Without Folk guitar plucks, I’d never to move

Without Soul and Motown I couldn’t stand
Without rock and roll, my eyes could never expand
Without hip-hop, my entire life would be dammed
Without music, I’d be a fucking shell of a man


When I was teenaged, I was full of emotion
Music kept me balanced, it was a magical potion
I remember the days when my heart would get broken
I’d go home and blast 80’s tracks, no I’m not jokin
I had a wide variety of tapes in my collection
From Billie Joel’s Storm Front to Cube’s Lethal Injection
ranged from Pearl Jam to P-funk a full box Selection
Of James Brown’s Star Time to Pac’s Ressurection
the tears would stream down as I looked for direction
Wilson Philips Hold on helped me over rejection
Even Erik Sermon’s Safe Sex taught me protection
At the same time as Marvin Gaye taught me affection
Mariah Carey amazed me with her vocal inflection
While her VH1 videos gave me erections
While my hormones raged, I could see my reflection
always with music least from my recollection

Without funk and James brown, I’d never groove
Without classical tunes, My pains would never be soothed
Without out Jazz from Miles Davis I’d never get Blues
Without Folk guitar plucks, I’d never to move

Without Soul and Motown I couldn’t stand
Without rock and roll, my eyes could never expand
Without hip-hop, my entire life would be dammed
Without music, I’d be a fucking shell of a man



So now here I stand, a full grown man
producing tracks to get this shit all off of my chest
If I’m angry, sad or thrilled, it quickly expands
As my own world, and I say fuck all the rest
I mean think about it, I would really have gone blind
In depression, Beth died, but I passed the test
I sat down and wrote the song she left me behind
I cried for the chorus, but it got out the stress
And think When I had a crush on that girl
I was too scared to tell her, so I laid down a beat
Wrote a track about how with everything in this World
She still could be the best thing to ever happen to me
That’s why I try to write songs about my life
And hopefully they can even mean something to you
So when times get tough and you’re filled with strife
I can represent emotions you feel on cue.
So it doesn’t matter whether you’re an artist
Or if you have no talent and you’re just a fan
But if your like me, you’d easily see
That without music, You’d also be a shell of a man.