[Verse 1: Adam WarRock] Maybe it started with your father's p.c You stared up at the screen and touched all of the keys Maybe the screen had green letters The cursor would blink on and off As you put it all together Maybe your sister had ca**ettes she didn't want So you placed 'em in your deck every night and let 'em bump And sure maybe they weren't the best to start from But you can still say the lyrics And recite them from the heart, son Maybe you picked up an instrument And maybe your parents made ya play it Even though you weren't good And maybe your friend had that one drum set So you kicked out a rhythm just as loud as you could And you grow up started talking bout how bands sold out Old tapes thrown out onto something new then Maybe you still got a dusty guitar Waiting somewhere in your closet With strings that need tuning And maybe college taught ya how to crate dig The strip had shops that stocked all the stuff you're missing And maybe live shows made ya think about it again What music did when ya really stopped to listen That's when your whole collection blew up And that's when you started Trading mix cd's with your friends And the dorm where it's like everybody had a laptop All plugged into the network swapping files again Man we all remember mp3's; raided napster But still felt physical was forever Until that one day you first held that new ipod Slowly but surely things all came together That's when an idea took hold in your mind It's kinda like a song that started but it never got to finish So all those kids who learned to sample and beat juggle Scratched over beat breaks making up all of the sickness Had a party maybe a mic was there on an amp And someone joked like maybe you could freestyle You had a verse or two sitting up inside of your head It's all a blur; fast forward in the meanwhile Maybe you became a studio rat Maybe you learned how to cut and compress All of the vocals Maybe you hit every open mic and freestyle comp Maybe your name got mad buzz with the locals And maybe you chose to walk away Cause of extenuating circumstances in your life And maybe you felt the feeling would fade Maybe you thought that you could seriously hang up the mic Til life bu*ted in and gave a gut check Maybe you just needed a break that reminded you reality You got the bug and itch to maybe spit again And so you did and it came out so naturally And maybe one day you go and quit your job And maybe you felt like life gave you just a second wind Maybe now you don't know where you're going So now and again just think of where you've been This is the story of my origin A sort of ordinary, normal, boring kid Who followed the coordinates And found his way home All these words he'd been hoarding it It's finally time to start recording it Maybe you can listen