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