Goddamn, even Superman shot himself

Blew his mind couldn't save the wealth

Maybe he read the Sunday paper

Murder front page death and rape

I can't see through the haze of the hazy

It's the little things that drive a man crazy

You know what I mean I know why he did it

Too slow to outwit it, get it

His cape was red, but so was his blood

Man of steel fell with a thud

Taken out by a villain who's willin' to stand in line

And do the time you hated 'cause life brings death that life has created

And do you understand when I say it's the little things that break the man

By the way are you feeling it bit by bit

Piece by piece they're stealing it

Bite the dust hit the deck they're dealing it

You've got to give it up

Sometimes I feel so stupid

Sometimes I feel so low

Sometimes I think of all the things that I'll never know

Sometimes I don't know what to do

But most motherfuckers don't have a clue

Open your eyes see out the inside the point of the point of the point you can't hide from the shit that's all around funky ghetto of the mind that brings you down

Can't shake it 'til you give it up, sell your soul, or don't give a fuck

Takin' you out superhero style your finger's on the trigger

Wishing you were bigger all the while you've got the soul with rigor mortis

Like Travis Bickle said, "Suck on this"

You've got the soul with rigor mortis

Suck on this

The grip on the neck and the snake bite kiss