I gotta get 'em, I got, got to get 'em My mama went away on lifelong trip I never saw her much and that hurts a little bit But I found a world I could break through, escape to Even when you're feeling like the whole planet hates you Peter Parker, that's a character I could relate to Even had his mask and underoos when I was age two I remember buying comics off the spinner rack Dorchester, MA, I would read 'em in a minute flat Lent 'em to a friend and now they didn't wanna give 'em back But I needed something to read before I hit the sack Building my imagination, making me a wiser kid How else would I know what the Ultimate Nullifier is? How else would I know about mental telepathy? And how with great power comes great Wait, wait, wait I left my comics in my mama's basement I left my comics in my mama's basement I left my comics in my mama's basement I gotta get 'em, I got-got to get 'em I left my comics in my mama's basement I left my comics in my mama's basement I left my comics in my mama's basement I gotta get 'em, I got-got to get 'em Gotta get 'em back, gotta get 'em all back Gotta get that old Hulk, gotta get that old Cap Gotta get that Alpha Flight and that Moon Knight too Got more back issues than Larry Bird in '92 Some of them are mint and some of them are faded Some of them are bagged, none of them are graded Hauled up in a long box, remind me of the long talks That I had with my dad, sketching on a notepad Web Of #1 was so dope to me That's what I loved before I found this rhythm and the poetry Now that I'm an older me I found a way to merge 'em But they always went together hand in hand, that much is certain I left my comics in my mama's basement I left my comics in my mama's basement I left my comics in my mama's basement I gotta get 'em, I got-got to get 'em I left my comics in my mama's basement I left my comics in my mama's basement I left my comics in my mama's basement I gotta get 'em, I got-got to get 'em Pulled up to her house, about to arrive I knocked on the door much to her surprise I said: Hey Ma, I know we haven't spoken much I'm here for the books I had when I was growing up No wounds need to open up I don't wanna talk about Dad because you'll be blowing up Never mind, I'll only be a sec Remember the Batman books I read by the steps? Those are downstairs I think, I gotta get 'em I kneel down to Teddy the dog then I pet him She said: What books? The ones that you sold? Needed money to impress the girl down the road? Son, the past is the past and you gotta let it go Same thing goes for us, so the story gets told