Heroes & Heroine

Don’t idolize your heroes, just try to stay awake Superman got kryptonite, and you can’t fly with a cape See everybody got problems, don’t know how much they can take Ghosts ain’t real, and Santa Claus is fake When I was five, my sister played me all of Motown Bebe & Cece, Whitney, Stevie, Smokey Robinson I fell in love, I never felt nothing so beautiful Felt like a hit of dope, I’m smoking in the cubicle She played me Stan by Eminem, I felt the rain pouring I saw the movie but I listened to the film scoring That was the visual soundtrack to my life Just like Cudi said before he tried to take his life Now I’m living good I’m listening to Hov, then Piano Man by Billy Joel All these colors and my palette start to shine But it got darker over time, the 27 club divine I start to see that all these stars one day run dry Later on she played me Amy sipping wine Showed me Jimmy, Elton John Freddie Mercury like Hercules, the greatest of all time The list goes on and on But when she played me Chaka Khan And then she played me Through the Wire That was when I came alive I hear this industry is fucked That’s why they all ran out of luck They take your music, then you’re stuck You’re just supply But still I never let it go, that one moment When she showed me Mr. West I felt like he would always fly (He got a big ego) But he never lied He really is the greatest I can see it in his eyes Everytime I think about Good Life, feel like I’m high How he cut PYT, man that shit just make me smile Now they got me thinking why do all my heroes always die? Is all the beauty in their music just a lie? See Mr. West ain’t never been shy But when he went away that shit really made me cry I been looking for heroes in some other men And when they fall I pick ‘em up ‘cos I can’t understand They drop the ball, I pick it up, I’m what you call a stan I’m broken, feel like I’ll never trust again That’s why they say life’s a bitch and then you die And when the real ones die, all the fake ones multiply I look at heaven still trying to touch the sky But the only question I’m asking is why I trust myself to look the devil in his eyes And stick to my guns and follow what was prophesied I trust myself to face the pitfalls when I try, and I fail And to face the music when I come outside You see it’s north south east west, it’s sinners and it’s saints You pray for your idols but what you want is what they ain’t Sometimes I feel like music is the only medicine So why the f*ck we drugged up on all this medicine? Believe in yourself, if they can’t do it hope you can They’re gone too soon, but don’t give up, just go again Believe in yourself, show love to all your friends Keep your fam close, the only love that he demands Don’t work your life away, take a break Call your mama, hug your daddy Take your shorty on a date Sister, brother, son and daughter it’s all you got For God’s sake, and don’t dehumanize your heroes You’ll be crying at their wake Heroes and heroines I just look up to the sky Tell me why do all my heroes always die Why can’t I put faith in all my idols? Why can’t all my heroes stay alive? Yeah yeah yeah