Ghetto Superman

Haha...I'm fine y'all

It's your boy ghetto superman

aka lyfe

aka don't gotta wife

what up young boy

everybody talkin about livin on capital hill

we livin on the hill...ya know?

talkin about the front rown, front row?

we livin on death row

we grew up in the gutter eatin peanut butter sandwiches...with no jam

we looked up to the hustler's on the corner throat soar from screamin...get your money man

had dreams of movin on up to the big leagues...like george, weezy and florence

But it's kinda hard when police is havin you killed...resurrected, rearrested for old bench warrants

yea its a struggle man, but we handle it the best we can

only difference between folks thats free and folks in jail is some of us got caught on the way to heaven takin the shortcut through hell

chorus:

ghetto superman

faster than a caddillac

able to leap tall buildings when police is on your back, yea

it'a a bird it's a plane no it's

ghetto superman

talk slick as republicans

sold almost as much dope as Uncle Sam your friendly neighboorhood superman

if you played on my playground

you'd be used to hearin stay down...they shootin

lost my daddy in a shootout chest all blew out...another family ruined

had dreams of findin a good job so he wouldn't have to rob niggas..i'm a stick up kid

finally get what we deserved instead of havin to take what they give us

yea its a struggle man but we takin it...one bullet at a time

but it's kinda hard to get that monkey off your back while that monkey still on your mind, on your mind