I wake up in the morning thinking of a better day. I want to be like superman and change the way little kids are living. Their parents parked up, they order their kids a death sentence. Children blowing in the wind, around glocks and drug dealers, no 9 to 5 to speak of, children beaten and broken down. Hey lady your baby is drifting, into a smooth flat line. Im thinking of a better day. I wanna be like superman and change the world. Nothing better then a half way house in the ghetto part of town. But they expect the man to do better, though they put him in a place where they pass the sh!t out like Halloween candy. And still theyre steady drifting. I wanna change the world, somebody make me better. Life held on the shoulders of man kind. DOA is what it should say on our birth certificate. We all OD on life eventually. We fly high steady lifted till we pass out then sleep never ending. I want to change the world, its like a mind block how can I if Im stuck in this same crowd its hypocritical. So we keep running. Im thinking of a better day, lifes my kryptonite. I wanna change the world but how can I if I'm pushing up daisys with my friends, the beaten children, fiends, hookers, and drug dealers and the list goes on
