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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

Oh you fill my life with sunshine
Then you fill my heart with rain
You take me on a journey
From which there s no return
And if you d like to meet me babe, babe
Darlin please beware
Because your love is...

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I remember shoot outs over necklaces
little debbie breaksfasts
Growing up in the projects, life stinks
drinking fifths of hennessy to forget my misery
Struggling out here in these streets
Barely living in this world
and this world is just so hateful

[Chorus]
It s just so hateful
the kids are...

This is me

Oooohhhh
This is me
[speaking] this is who i am..

[verse one]

I m still tryna make it out
Cause i m still just another girl from the ghetto
There s so much in my life
I break down cause i m so deep in the struggle
(there isn t sun in rain. there ain t joy in...

Circles

I can t believe it, feels like I m the last to know
I got a secret, I can t let out, I can t let go

Too many people, try to tell me how I feel
Too many pieces that don t add up that don t seem real

And so the story...