ghetto superhero
up in the sky
it's a bird
it's a plane
no, its the weedman
with a philly blunt in his mouth
need to take your heroism to the south
bury where no one will remember your legacy
there is events happening right now that have much more urgency
true superheroes are the ones that love, accept , and support you
although they don't wear capes
sure enough, they don't act like apes
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