Many of you know the story
Of Dr. Light, Dr. Wiley, rock and roll
But did you know that there was one other?
One other creation
One other Rolex
From the top
This, this the blues
Tom was like a good man with great dreams
Changed the world for the better through peaceful means
He knew both bodies from A to Z
One of the human campaign so he created me
A darker storm even incubated a robot capable of independent thought and reasoning
He was the type to plan and over-plan
I was the prototype so he made me Proto Man
I was incomplete, dealt with a fatal flaw
Dr. Light tried to repair it, I said nah
I knew that my creator would put my feelings aside
For the greater good, so I left the neighborhood
He ain’t done enough, why dig a deeper hole?
He gave me free will so I will not be controlled
He went features, even my heart and my soul
When the going gets tough even the tough roll
So I split, and who happened to find me a scientist by the name of Dr. Robert Wiley?
You gotta take back whatever you borrowed
And in the end the goal is a better tomorrow
So he told me what I needed to hear
Told me I was a leader who people needed to fear
And I learned a little but I’m still a little confused
And I guess that’s why they call it the blues
When you hear that whistle you know what it is
That mean the epic saga of Proto begins
And no one knows how the story will end
Am I for a friend? Well, I guess it depends
Dr. Wiley corrected my imbalances
And then he supplied me with a new set of challenges
Gave me a seal then the strength of like 10 of me
And a visor to hide my identity
Makes a mistake, will come back to haunt him
When I find these robots and stop all them
Perfected the formula when you made rock and roll
But I like my design because I got control
They’re nearly puppets, if there’s such a thing
Completely useless if you cut the string
But I still consider them my fam
They always tryina change me but I am what I am
Black sheep but a scrapheap
Cold world out here so you know I gotta pack heat
For desperate times and desperate measures but
When threats arrive we get together and I’m
In and out like a double agent
6th sense so I always see the spot trouble waitin
One thing drops, gon see it my way
And hit he highway but until that fine day
I roll out and I do what I do
So I guess that’s why they call it the blues
I’m on my own, I do what I do
So I guess that’s why they call it the blues