They found superman’s body behind a Chinese buffet,
cape over his head, wedged between dumpsters
And I ain’t dude’s biggest fan, but two kryptonite bullets?
It’s just messed up that we went out like such a sucker
Just got bucked like one of us would,
but it’s poetic justice he’d die
in Southside Metropolis, just look up in the sky:
Ain’t no birds no planes and no solutions,
just a permanent curtain of smog
flickered to life by light pollution
Superman was a hero to most, but he never meant shit to me
Little more than a prisoner with a life sentence
honoring us roaches with his friendship
But look who he defended: policy, property and investments
Their truth, justice and American way;
but that was never our direction,
forced into lookin’ to the sky for protection that never came
as he battled robots for the status quo, not for the people
and tried to spin it into “good vs. evil”
But this is not a movie for us, tryin’ to one-take life
Don’t look for the sequel; look for the steeple, ring every bell
as though god had fallen and was fertilizing hell
We are not faithful;
we just know flight doesn’t make you an angel

The day after superman died,
everybody stopped lookin’ up in the sky
and started lookin’ down at the ground
like we have been heroes here this whole time
The day after superman died,
everybody just got back on the grind
‘Cause there is work to be done, yo
No capes, but we stay fly

My hero is the janitor who organizes
afterschool programs in his off time
My hero is the amateur rapper who only makes
twenty dollars but spits all night
My hero is the independent journalist
working under pressure that I can’t imagine
My hero has got to be that single mother workin’ two jobs
yet still findin’ time to splash the canvas
My hero is the union organizer
who stays disillusioned, but he keeps movin’
He says it’s for the movement,
and even if he doesn’t live to see it
he’ll make improvements for his kids; believe it
My hero is not a household name
She just runs a household day after day, no excuses
Her superpower’s dinner made on minimum wage
for two teens and a first generation college student
My heros are refugees
Undocumented workers sending money back home
Conscious thugs, gay rappers, and hip hop feminists
who never had shit but a dream and some backbone
And none of us wear capes; none of us will ever be president
None of us will ever be superman; we can only jump so high
But feet to the earth, we are so fly

The day after superman died,
everybody stopped lookin’ up in the sky
and started lookin’ down at the ground
like we have been heroes here this whole time
The day after superman died,
everybody just got back on the grind
‘Cause there is work to be done, yo
No capes, but we stay fly