Hero

for a frnd

biatchh

howz the day

here it is night

not so different

just less light

feels the same, maybe little colder

but it gets fine

as the soul grows older

the distance is great

but the ground is the same

like a line that is straight

and curves into fame

we are in the same game

just playing at different levels

but back from where we came

we were brothers, it is true

the way we would roll

people said we cudn't rule

but we took every fall

and got up on our shoes

enemies were never sleepin

always too cruel to loose

but we stood together holdin

our strenght bigger than those fools

we would sit and smoke some flavor

making rings that faded away

every one wanted a favor

but we only had the way

school was like a jungle

we were examined and tested

to see whether we had the move

and you had always bested

everyone wanted to be like you

your greatness too hard to prove

but i knew you were king

man i knew you had the groove

thats why people always sing

about the things you did back then

when you were riding on the hood

making us boys be like men

men, when the storm hits, always stood

when the guitar played

a song about the mimi

i looked everywhere

hoping you would see me

then you came down

from the world stage

you were wearing a crown

that locked all glory in a cage

three steps later

you played your song

every f*****g hater

knew they were wrong

the man they had hated

was just the god of war

and it was god who had stated

that music takes you far

guitar hero, just the perfect man

better get to his side

while you ever can

hang on tight, its a crazy ride.....