#herolife

I'm about that hero life/
Cuz these days, our love is dead; like a widowed wife/
Spittin' life, today I told a weeping willow wipe/
Its tears away then watched it grow leaves bright, like orange, green, yellow, white!/
Cuz everything's aight till the terror strikes/
So I write the truth that's black & white like zebra stripes/
Even if I gotta pack & hype 1,000 gigs like a terabyte/
I'll tear the mic, then walk home like zero strikes!/
Cuz these young'ns on the block/ tell me their dream is to be hustlin, counting guap/
But I tell em fast money don't last, dunny/
What good are cars & cash if you just a crash dummy/
Cuz words can change a mind & a mind can change a lot/
But they wanna get paid to lie & take a life/ but they could never stop me/
I'm living twice, blades & knives could never chop me/
I'm living life like saving lives is a hobby/

Hook

So let me see everybody throw a fist up!/
For the homeless & the hopeless before they leave their wrists cut/
Cuz at your lowest there's no such thing as a risk just/
Another hated day to waste away & have a wish crushed/
But here comes the Black Jewelz! {super hero horn}, or better known as the Hope Man!/
Handing out hope like flyers for a local band/
You take it as a joke till I'm flying through your local land!/
Then land, choke your favorite demon, slap him with an open hand!/
Then fly him to the ring, [*ding!*] piledriver off the rope & slam!/
In other words I fight the evil, no holding hands/
No peace till, the sequel, the kingdom & the Son of Man!/
the real heroes are the teachers & the preachers who understand/
What the kids need, it's vital like your kidneys/ think I'm lying?! Go break a squids knees! With leaves!/ till then I'm the Supra-rockin' Superman from the motherland!/

Hook

A hero can be anyone/
Don't need a halo, all you really need's a little love/
It's not emotion & acting/
It's action driven by the passion/
It's not always affectionate & super-sweet like a cinny-bun/
Don't worry 'bout the-hater (theater) like a cinema/
Cuz some sinner-men just like the tinge of sin like cinnamon/
These days they call evil good & treat good as evil/
That's like calling metal wood or a woodpecker eagle/
So they're heroic-phobic & their poets are demonic/
& the after-school teachers, mentors, firemen & soldiers/ aren't noticed/ they're just no ones/ who live anonymous/ focused/ cuz the pros & cons can be: poverty versus prosperous!/
Saving souls (soles), like Scholl's/ priority. Not God, just godly/
grenades & mines could never bomb me/
You could never stop me!
I'm living twice so I live this life like saving lives is a hobby!/