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My Hero

 

My Hero

(album: The Iliad Is Dead And The Odyssey Is Over - 2019)


Huh

Absent father, crackhead mama
Traditional recipe for a childhood trauma
Right into this world, so racist, so sexist
But no room for respite when you just want breakfast
Sold into foster care, Third Ward, Texas
For the sake of this rhyme, let's just name her Alexis
But the story has many names, faced on many frames
Everything was bad, but got worse when her titties came
Shitty way to say it, but that's how they saw it
The predators and pedophiles that watch from the closet
They pose as her best friend, her boyfriend, her brother
Her doctor, her lawyer, her pastor, her lover
She learned to trust no one other than herself
For survival, she sacrificed her mental health
Revealing clothing, her body on a shelf
She put it all out there except for how she felt
Her depression was hitting, expression forbidden
'Cause men take advantage of vulnerable women
And she wasn't stupid, she used what she had
To get what she needed and secure that bag
As the bag got bigger, she had mad niggas
Tryna punk her and rob her, they plotting to get her
So she had to find someone who could represent her
The best choice at the time far from a winner
A tennis shoe pimp with scars on his face
He scared a lot of niggas so he was hard to replace
Sell sex in the US and no one protects you
So pimps and the pushas is who you connect to
Women, they judge you, they hate you, reject you
The oldest profession, yet no one respects you
So you deserve to be held captive
Trapped in the basement with a sadistic bastard
Half of you desperate, the other half scared
You don't ask for help, you think no one will care
They'll look at you, say that you chose to be there
Like you chose to get raped 'cause the clothes that you wear
In the house where there's guns and there's dope everywhere
Why not use these tools to snatch hope from despair?
She tied around her neck, made a cape out a sheet
Became a superhero when she shot him in his sleep
The truest defender of justice and peace
A smile on her face as she flew through the streets

[Heather Victoria:]
Through the streets
Flew through the streets
Through the streets
Those streets

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