(big bird: sesame street)
hey look at this! i was cleaning out my nest
and i found a book of my old poetry
(ice cube)
fresh out of school cause i was a high school grad
gots to get a job cuz i was a high school dad
wish i got paid like i was rappin' to the nation
but thats not likely so here's my application
pass it to the man at at&t
cuz when i was in school i got the a. e. e.
but there's no s. e. for this youngsta
i didn't have no money so now i have to hunch the
back like a slave, thats what be happenin
but whitey says there's no room for the african
always knew that i would boycott, jeez
but welcome to mcdonalds can i take your order please
gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer
cuz my baby doesn't take no for an answer
now i pay taxes that you never give me back
what about diapers, bottles, and similac
do i gotta go sell me a whole lotta crack
for decent shelter and clothes on my back?
or should i just wait for help from bush
or jesse jackson, and operation push
if you ask me the whole thing needs a douch
a masengel what the hell cracker sale in the neighborhood
to the whorehouse bitches,
miss porker, little joe or todd bridges
or anybody that he know
so i got me a bird, better known as a kilo
now everybody know i went from po' to a nigga that got dough
so now you put the feds against me
cause i couldn't follow the plan of the presidency
i'm never givin' love again
cuz blacks are too fuckin broke to be republican
now i remember i used to be cool
till i stopped fillin' out my w-2
now senators are gettin' hired
and your plan against the ghetto backfired
so now you got a pep talk
but sorry, this is our only room to walk
cause we don't want a drug push
but a bird in the hand is worth more than the bush
Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)
tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)