[We grew up in the gutter eating peanut butter sandwiches
With no jam
We looked up to the hustlers on the corner
Throats sore from screaming
Get your money man
Had dreams of moving on up to the big leagues
Like George, Weezy, and Florence
But it's kinda hard when police is having you killed
Resurrected, Re-arrested for old bench warrants
Yeah it's a struggle man
But we handle it the best we can
Only difference between folks that's free and folks in jail
Is some of us got aught on our way to heaven
Taking a short cut through hell

CHORUS:
Ghetto superman
Faster than a speeding cadillac
Able to leap tall buildings when the police is on your back
It's a bird, it's a plane, no it's ghetto superman

Talk slicker than a republicans
Sold almost as much dope as Uncle Sam
Your friendly neighborhood superman
If you played on my playground you'd be used to hearing stay down
They shootin'
Lost my daddy in a shoot out chest all blew out
Another family ruined
Had dreams of finding a good job
So we wouldn't have to rob niggas, or stick up kids
Finally get what we deserve
Instead of having to take what they give us
Yeah it's a struggle man
But we taking it one bullet at a time
But it's kinda hard to get that monkey off your back
While that money's still on your mind
On your mind

CHORUS:
It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman y'all
It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's ghetto superman, y'all]