Lyfe Jennings - Ghetto Superman lyrics

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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 chorus It'a a bird it's a plane no it's ghetto superman y'all (5X) (Thanks to nicky for these lyrics)