Webby's mother was a middle school teacher at Nathan Hale Middle School, his father was a guitarist and he was their only child. He started listening to rap at a young age admiring Eminem, he then started writing his own raps in 2000 at age 11. He attended Greens Farms Academy, a private school in Westport, Connecticut.
Webster has differentiated himself from similar acts in the new hip-hop/frat rap genre through his detailed attention to wordplay. He is recognizable by the high number of tattoos covering his body, most of which pertain to video games (Mortal Kombat, Mario, Boo the Ghost, etc.) or to aspects of 90's culture (Transformers).
He told AllHipHop in 2013, that he uses Adderall in the studio, which he is prescribed. He explained that he was diagnosed with ADD at a young age and has been on attention medication throughout his life. He says to this day that he has very bad attention deficit disorder.
Webster's devoted fans are know as "Ninjas."
Chemically Imbalanced
Chris Webby Lyrics
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Unless I take those 12 steps, aimed at gettin sober
That's the shit I told myself I'll handle when I'm older
And now I'm older and still got this devil on my shoulder
Bottle up my problems, like prescriptions I'm poppin
All the liquor that I find myself drinkin so often
Now these cards are dealt, told myself I don't need help
Numb myself to everything, and keep on runnin from myself
Let's drink away the pain
Let's make another toast
Let's smoke another blunt
Until it's just a roach
And pop another pill
And drop another dose
I haven't lost it yet
But now I'm coming close
I'm just chemically imbalanced (On that shit)
I'm just chemically imbalanced (Lost my grip)
I'm just chemically imbalanced (One way trip)
And now it's too late for turnin back (x5)
Left here to battle this addictive personality
That's got me living in this alternate reality
Losing touch before this [?] so gradually
Cause at this point I need these chemicals to balance me
It's like I'm following a blueprint that the devil made
Since I first took my Ritalin in the 7th grade
The doctor gave me 16 milligrams, just a kid
Barely weighed a buck, it's like they used me as their guinea pig
Crazy teen, medicated ADD
Doctor said take only 1, but you know I was taking 3
Blazin tree and skippin class, getting drunk and missin math
Bangin chicks without a rubber, crushin pills up on the desk
Chemically imbalanced in this motherfucker, startin shit
Still I was a smart kid, got myself a scholarship
Private schools with it, button-downs with the dockers
And the JanSport full of weed stuffed into my locker
Let's drink away the pain
Let's make another toast
Let's smoke another blunt
Until it's just a roach
And pop another pill
And drop another dose
I haven't lost it yet
But now I'm coming close
See I'm just wreckin out weekly, livin on repeat
Still in highschool but the teachers could never reach me
Always was the fuck up with a chip on my shoulder
And a pocket full of anything to keep me from sober
See I was livin like there's no tomorrow
Chewin on a xany bar, rollin up the window smokin blunts up in family car
Bottles to the head, got detention on the reg
Never listenin to what my parents said
I was always rollin with an ounce or two
Everytime I'm bouncin through
Flippin everybody off like Shady taught me how to do
Always thinkin that the more we burnin, the merrier
Just a kid from middle-class suburban America
And so many others like me, listen to me nightly
Happy that somebody else is feelin' what they might be
So Christian pop a pill, oh yeah I bet you will
'Cause if that shit don't make your problems any less forreal
Let's drink away the pain
Let's make another toast
Let's smoke another blunt
Until it's just a roach
And pop another pill
And drop another dose
I haven't lost it yet
But now I'm coming close
In the song Chemically Imbalanced, Chris Webby discusses his struggles with addiction and his battle with himself to get sober. He acknowledges the fact that he is on the edge and is one step away from going over, but he believes that he can handle it when he is older. However, as time passes, he realizes that the devil is still on his shoulder and he cannot keep running from himself. Chris Webby indicates that he has been using alcohol and medication to bottle up his problems and numb himself from everything. He knows that he needs help, but he has convinced himself that he does not need it.
The chorus emphasizes Chris Webby’s mental state, where he admits that he is chemically imbalanced and has lost his grip. He recognizes that he is on the road to destruction and that it is too late to turn back. He feels like he is living in an alternate reality where he needs chemicals to balance himself. He attributes his addictive personality to being a guinea pig for drugs, starting with Ritalin from seventh grade. He feels like he has been following a blueprint that the devil made and it has got him to this point.
Chris Webby provides a vivid description of his teenage years where he was always high and drunk, missed classes, got detention, and never listened to his parents. He was a typical American teenager who always had a chip on his shoulder and wanted to be high all the time. He recognizes that there are many people like him who can relate to his problems and are happy that someone else is feeling what they might be.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm on the edge, one step and I'll be over
I am at the brink of destruction and could easily fall into the pit of addiction
Unless I take those 12 steps, aimed at gettin sober
I require help to recover from my addiction and take control of my life
That's the shit I told myself I'll handle when I'm older
I have been avoiding dealing with my addiction and mental issues, hoping that they would go away on their own
And now I'm older and still got this devil on my shoulder
Even though I am older, I am still haunted by my addiction, which has only gotten worse with time
Bottle up my problems, like prescriptions I'm poppin
I am using alcohol and drugs to numb my emotions and avoid dealing with my problems
All the liquor that I find myself drinkin so often
I am drinking alcohol frequently and in large quantities
Now these cards are dealt, told myself I don't need help
I have convinced myself that I can handle my addiction on my own, but I am losing control
Numb myself to everything, and keep on runnin from myself
I am trying to escape from reality and avoid dealing with my problems and insecurities
Let's drink away the pain
I am using alcohol to cope with emotional pain and problems
Let's make another toast
I am drinking and celebrating my addiction instead of seeking help
Let's smoke another blunt
I am smoking marijuana to escape reality and avoid my problems
Until it's just a roach
I am smoking marijuana until it is completely burnt and useless
And pop another pill
I am taking prescription pills to numb my emotions and escape reality
And drop another dose
I am increasing my dosage of drugs to keep up with my growing addiction
I haven't lost it yet
I am still in control of my addiction, but barely holding on
But now I'm coming close
I am nearing the point of no return, where my addiction becomes too powerful to overcome
Left here to battle this addictive personality
I am struggling to fight my addictive tendencies and overcome my addiction
That's got me living in this alternate reality
My addiction has created a distorted reality in which I am unable to face the truth
Losing touch before this [?] so gradually
My addiction is causing me to lose touch with reality and my true self, slowly and subtly over time
It's like I'm following a blueprint that the devil made
My addiction seems to have a sinister, pre-determined path that leads me to my own destruction
Since I first took my Ritalin in the 7th grade
My addiction started with the prescription drug Ritalin that I took as a child
The doctor gave me 16 milligrams, just a kid
The medical system provided me with a high dosage of Ritalin, even though I was just a young child
Barely weighed a buck, it's like they used me as their guinea pig
The medical system experimented with me, giving me high doses of medication without fully understanding the consequences
Chemically imbalanced in this motherfucker, startin shit
My addiction has turned me into an aggressive, unstable person
Still I was a smart kid, got myself a scholarship
Despite my addiction, I was able to succeed academically and secure a scholarship
And so many others like me, listen to me nightly
Many people can relate to my story of addiction and find comfort in knowing that they are not alone
Happy that somebody else is feelin' what they might be
People are relieved to hear someone else express their struggles with addiction and mental health
So Christian pop a pill, oh yeah I bet you will
Even people who seem put together and stable may turn to drugs and addiction to cope with their problems
'Cause if that shit don't make your problems any less forreal
Drugs and addiction may provide temporary relief, but they do not solve the underlying problems and can even make them worse
And now it's too late for turnin back
I am at a point of no return, where my addiction has taken over and it is difficult to break free
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Christian Webster
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