(Lyrics: Onry Ozzborn, Production: Zavala)

[Verse 1]

They called him Michael, my social worker responded, already two years of age with that named I think he’s bonding (but what?), quit it by being called it, ok we get it, it goes well with Martinez, and there you have it I’m born again, bred with the origin of black, Spanish and Polish with sets of five forded and recorded to his mouth motoring, but he was fortunate, got swooped up by a nun (and that’s odd) I believe annotated and blessed with a holy tongue (this was life), ordaining him with a Eucharist gold plating that he wasn’t aware of till rule made him acquainted (an acquaintance), more than that it was sacred, they formed a brother, hood with the hooded literature they spoke with one another, able to halo but tempted beyond the devil, he faced the day in and day out till exhausted felling miserable, but he felt chosen to finish the duel and make happy, of all that’s tarnished, ruined, buried when he is laughing

[Chorus 1]

The M&M of the NM, that little boy with trauma to phobia here to makes amends (sorry), for everything that he did and didn’t do (confused?), is what he was dealing with never trusted you (who?) you, as in the whole entire world, everybody, anyone, anything that would ever show love around him (and you see), I guess I just thought you were never coming back (but I did), so now I’m well and I understand what it is to give

[Verse 2]

I didn’t even know that side of myself, my mom’s toll A.D.F. and she passed it along to cure health, like you were scared to be abandoned since jump, you only last a couple of weeks or maybe a few months, then off you would go to other temp agents for supervision, until they were irritated and lacking that of precision (really?), parenthood only if easy when it came to heed (me), but it wasn’t that easy at least to me can’t you see (me), that’s probably what he was thinking way deep inside, (but they couldn’t hear me) hear him or anything if they’d arrived, he would take them for all reside, and just know and not really want it, since the leader his only true guardian till a needle walked in, along with Margo and Sydney (they really see me), but he’d still ask them so briefly (are you coming back to get me?), indeed and it was permanent they always made it back, but I was still scarred from the past (will I ever get over that?), hmn…

[Chorus 2]

The M&M of the NM, that little boy with trauma to phobia here to makes amends (sorry), for everything that he did and didn’t do (confused?), is what he was dealing with never trusted you (who?) you, as in the whole entire world, everybody, anyone, anything that would ever show love around him (and you see), I guess I just thought you were never coming back (but I did), so now I’m well and I understand what it is to give