Heroes & Heroine

INTRO:

Don’t idolize your heroes, you’ll be crying at their wake
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

VERSE:

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 ‘cause 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 fuck 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

OUTRO:

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