[Chorus]
Why do all my dreams
Turn into nightmares
This is not a dream
Promise I was right there
I can hear the screams
Daddy doesn't fight fair
These are just my views
Views from the highchair
[Verse 1]
I can hear screams from my bedroom
I got a migraine, I can feel my head boom
I mean I'm just a little nigga
What am I to do
I don't know but think of something quick or mama's dead soon
So I kick down the door
Saw mama on the floor
Saw papa raise a fist
That won't happen anymore
Throwing all my punches 'til my little arms were sore
Young superman here to fight my mama's war
Yeah
We can line it up nigga
I thought you loved her
Why you hitting her
What's up nigga
Can't even look me in my eyes
You a punk nigga
I'm with the funk nigga
This ain't what you want nigga
Oh, what a shitty feeling
When your childhood hero becomes a villain
Shit's enough to drive you up the ceiling
But it's time to do some killing
This is how I'm dealing
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I see violence with my eyelids closed
Slow motion like the time is froze
Wake me up from this dream so lucid
Ring ring how the siren goes
Mama, mama
Save me from the drama
Something's wrong with papa
I can hear you holla
I don't like the chaos
Imma get the chopper
Blacka, blacka, blacka
Time to end the saga
I don't think he's going to hit you no more
Sorry pop
I don't think she's fucking with you no more
It took a lot, but the heat was hot
Come up off the pot
Then crop
Wallah, you not in the picture no more
All the drama make for good writtens
But good riddance
DP, hood business
And you might be the shooter man
But you're still no match for young superman