SUPERHERO (feat. Suzanne Friedline)

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The Califloridian

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There's a facade I carry around
Whether I'm walking or dead in the ground
I hope to please and never frown
So I fake the way I am
And I make the day a scam
So I fit and so I stay
I never said I'm perfect but I'm somewhere in the grey
Pressman was my father's mother
And she had a hand of wonder
Painted paintings with my father's father
Up until the day he jumped
Paintings sold for nothing plump
Taxes up and houses stumped
Dad worked while trying college
He got out and made some for her
She was old and he supported
Almost drafted Vietnam
Dad told me that he would skip down to San Juan
Found a job down at the bowl and he worked everyday up until the diagnosis
Here now I approach this
My bars are seeping through my head I think I'll call this encroachment
Schooled no enrollment
Enlightened no endorsement
I took a grain of salt with my criticism now I know this

Everyone just needs a hero
But lately people talk like its all for the wrong
I hope to be better than expectation
But lately people give into temptation
I hope to god I left a valid mark
Even if that means I'm losing out myself
I'll do what it takes to be better every day
I'm gonna make myself a hero from the clay

We wanna be remembered in ways of fun
Act upon the faithful run
Pull a joke out hoping for a stun
Yet the ones I suck up to are fake
And I'm falling in the race
Popularity is something I disgrace
When I walk alone night
I feel no different than day
Except that I know I can't stay
Disguise my thoughts with the folding of my hands
Listen to me there's so many people on the streets
But the only real ones stop a sec and let themselves retreat
I feel like my name is out of focus like a focus from the lot
Except there's more in my life: vengeance, anger, and it crowds my thoughts
Who do you know that you really respect down the line
What I understand is shallow people see themselves divine
But what really is divine? It seems that it's hard to find
Morals now are going over limits and skipping the fines
Call me city boy, grew up walking distance from the Vine
And I swung through schools like militaries crossing through the Rhine
I was hated, name contorted, now I cover up my shine
I hope that you know the real ones stop the crossing of the line
I think I said too much in the verse I better find a rhyme
Like the classic "I have money, I have bitches, I do crime"
But this music is for me as much as it is here for you
I write myself these lyrics when I have to point my views
I'm an only child with a mother and my dad has died
And I'm sure you know that with the way I say it all the time
But my words are stuck in barriers I think I'm serving time
But I'm serving up my prime in a desk without a sign
So I ask myself what do I really want
Is it money, is it fame, is it happiness or what
But those things are all apparent in the world of human pain
So I gotta follow things that resonate all in my veins
I hate the way our culture sees people as numbers and as names
We are stuck inside these chains
Time to break and take the reigns
Mark was a hero
Suz is a hero
God is a hero
I can't emphasize enough
Bravado-facade, there's no fine line
If you know me then you'd be lying
Inward-outward falling downward I can't tell you who I am
All I know is heroes really come from the normal man

Everyone just needs a hero
But lately people talk like its all for the wrong
I hope to be better than expectation
But lately people give into temptation
I hope to god I left a valid mark
Even if that means I'm losing out myself
I'll do what it takes to be better every day
I'm gonna make myself a hero from the clay

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