Artist: Lyfe Jennings
Album:  The Phoenix
Song:   Ghetto Superman
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ha Ha Ha Ha I'm Fine yo this yo boy ghetto superman
aka lyfe aka don't got a wife what's up young blood
what up everybody talking bout living on Capitol Hill
we're living on a hill you know talking 'bout front row
front row we're living on death row

We grew up in the gutta eating peanut butter sandwiches no jam
we looked up to the hustlers on the corner
folks always screaming get your money man
had dreams of moving on up to the big leagues
like George, Weezy and Florence
but it's kind of hard when polices having you killed
resurrected rearrested from old bench warrants

[Bridge]
Yeah it's a struggle man but handle it the best we can
only difference between folks that's free and folks in jail
some of us got caught on our way to heaven
taking a short cut through hell

[Chorus]
Ghetto Superman (Superman) faster than a (swoop) Cadillac
they wanna be talk beaten when the polices pull you back
yeah it's a bird it's a plane no it's Ghetto Superman
talk slicker than a republican
sold almost as much dope as Uncle Sam
your friendly neighborhood Superman

[Verse 2]
If you played on my playground
you would be use to hearing stakeouts
they shooting lost my daddy in a shootout
just a blue while another family going
had dreams of finding a good job
so he wouldn't have to run (nigga I'm gonna stick up kid)
finally get what we deserve
instead of having a table they diverse

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

It's a bird it's a plane no it ghetto superman you all [4x]