Figueroa - Starry Eyed lyrics

[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 sh** 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 sh** 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