Solo
Watching the fireworks fall over Manhattan
Surrounded by people I don’t know.
And I got friends. What happen?
Maybe it’s a metaphor for how “right now” should be
Six weeks out of grad school and I have yet to meet ME
U See,
I’m full of rage from Pops surgical table slaying
It’s no game and I aint playing. I really mean it when I’m saying
That I never really tried to deal with what that loss did to me
Just tried to push through that year and half to get to my degree
Now I have no distractions and it’s pummeling me
While I’m reaching for my dreams and their running from me
El Diablo on my heels. Aimed and gunning for me
But I was raised on the water. Flames are nothing to me.
U See,
I thought my Dad had a Superman Complex
Till Wonder Woman whispered in my ear, “Baby, you’re next.”
Then I awoke, screaming, crying, in a cold sweat
Phoning banks about my big check that aint came yet
U See,
To me, I’m 5 years behind where I should be
Developing buildings in New York, Not renting out in Jersey
So if I seem a little off, it’s just ‘cause I’m hungry
With not enough on my plate so I’m forced to eat me…
U see?
To sum it up. Pops ending and my beginning
Is the reason that my heart is racing and my head’s spinning
So Kal-El shall be chilling in the Fortress of Solitude
Till Jor-El appears in dreams and my confidence is renewed
...Deep...
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