Lyfe Jennings

Ghetto Superman

Lyfe Jennings


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