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Andy Mack
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Andy Mack was released on February 8, 2008 by Dembelah Music as a part of the album Kill the Messenger
February 8, 2008
LabelDembelah Music
LanguageEnglish
BPM94
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

His name was Andy Mack, he was made handicapped
Wearing beige khaki slacks with a grey fanny pack
Kicking hacky sack in the back with stray alley cats
Mom is a needle addict, hiding needles in an odor for Adidas tracks
His dad Peter Jackson knew of the legal aspects
A judge who just took a leave of absence
Away from being a dad who broke his heart when Andy was seven
Let's not forget to mention when Andy turned eleven
To fit in he started selling Ritalin to little kids
Bit by bit he get the feel of it
And even worse, he beat his mother dead so he can see inside her purse
He couldn't find his words, all he
Could do was scream and curse at God
But God wasn't there, five years in foster care
Andy turned sixteen, he quickly hit the streets
Meeting up with all his peeps
They made him believe the thought he was a runner on the clock
When the time came Andy was caught by the cops
Arrested for smoking doobies and thrown in juvie
Sent to do toilet duty
Spitting up his loogies in the bowl
Of food he knew he'd get in trouble
He met a group of kids, skinheads with big muscles
Was taught how to represent his crew in subtle ways
Tattooed his leg with tattoos saying "There's no other race"
Nothing's easy, initiation took place
Andy was molested, three of them raped him in the basement
No question, no one embellished it
Andy cried, they denied his intelligence
As cold as hell gets, Andy Mack felt it
Yeah, yeah, he felt it
Andy, Andy, poor little Andy
No one cares Andy, no one gives a shit
Not the system, not the politicians, not the services
Representing false missions, no one gives a shit
Andy, Andy, poor little Andy
No one cares Andy, no one gives a shit
Not the system, not the politicians, not the services
Representing false missions, no one gives a shit
Eighteen now, laying naked on his floor having breakdowns
He starts to reminisce quick, his life in a flash
It simply appears he was denied his past
Nine stories up Andy stands behind the glass
He smiles and he laughs and he tries to grasp
What these other people seem to have
But he can't seem to get it 'cause he's too fucking stupid
He punches himself in the face until he bruises
He gets up and looks out the window at the street lights
He remembers smoking out of weed pipes
Getting high, snatching bites at these invites
Stealing kids' bikes, getting into fights nightly
That was Andy, can you blame him?
A family who made him angry to play in the playpen
With the so-called same kids who grew to hate him
Yo, handicapped Andy, that's what they used to call him
He punched himself in his jaw to cope with his problems
Andy had 'em all back against the wall
Kids would then throw basketballs at him alive, let him fall
Apart from all that, Andy Mack was more serious than two heart attacks
Yeah, bars to crash, cars to jack, smash your mirrors up
Leaving only shards of glass
His broken reflection left him polluted like an open infection
This is what happens when there is no such affection
That same night the kids had found Andy dead
Apparently he jumped from the window and it was said
He led a life of hardship
No one knew why 'cause no one cared regardless
We live in a world where Andy Mack is the burden
We can't change unless change has already started
So ask yourself this, how come you can't be the person
To step up and start it? Can you tell me?
Andy, Andy, poor little Andy
No one cares Andy, no one gives a shit
Not the system, not the politicians, not the services
Representing false missions, no one gives a shit
Andy, Andy, poor little Andy
No one cares Andy, no one gives a shit
Not the system, not the politicians, not the services
Representing false missions, no one gives a shit
Written by: Sacha Rolbin
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