[Verse 1]
Yeah, a superhero from the birth
Life’s a rat race, won’t settle for less than first
And I may speak on something you don’t believe in
But if they call me a sell out, I pray they talking arenas
I’m praying, to get sent up to heaven
Praying that some dude come and sprays me with a Mac-11
But I hide behind this music, incase shit pop
Cause if I die, then who the hell gon save hip-hop
Superhero minus the cape and the mask
And add on the fact that there is no weakness I have
Or maybe my weakness is this music
Without it, who knows what the hell I’d be doing
Got a homie, he off that same shit that shook Pimp C
He in a downward spiral, can’t say it more simply
And I can’t help him, I gotta help myself
I’m sorry lord, I understand if you needa send me to hell

[Verse 2]
This life’s a pain in the neck
When you looking through the mail, always bills never a check
But still we on that daily grind
Waiting for the payoffs of working that nine to five
My parents do that, real hustle ain’t the streets
Real hustle is when you can take care of your family
I just take care of myself, real selfish
But sometimes I feel so alone, I can’t help it
These lies I tell myself, the only things that get me by
If I didn’t lie, I’d probably have to go and die
At least then, I’d escape my mental hell
Only person I truly fear, is myself
So I ain’t running from nobody, ain’t running from no shotty
But if I get hit up please, leave no bodies
Cut me up. Feed me to the fish
Because I don’t want my mom to have to bury one her kids