Say look at this I've been cleaning out my nest And I found an old book of my poetry! 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 by rappin' to the nation But that's not likely, so here's my application Pass it to the man at AT&T Cause when I was in school I got the A.E.E But there's no SC for this youngsta I didn't have no money, so now I got to punch the Clock, gotta slave, and be half a man But whitey says there's no room for the African Always knew that I would clock G's But welcome to McDonalds; "may I take your order, please?" Gotta serve ya food that might give you cancer Cause my son 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 have to 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 douche A Massengill What the hell Crack will sell in the neighborhood To the corner house *****es Miss Parker, little Joe, and Todd Bridges Or anybody that he know So I copped me a bird, better known as a kilo Now everybody know I went from po' To a ***** that got dough So now you put the feds against me Cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency I never get love again But blacks are too ****in' broke to be Republican Now I remember, I used to be cool Till I stopped fillin' out my W-2 Now senators are gettin' high 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 a Bush Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah) Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)
[00:00.30]Say look at this [00:01.19]I've been cleaning out my nest [00:03.13]And I found an old book of my poetry! [00:15.24]Fresh out of school [00:16.13]Cause I was a high school grad [00:17.65]Gots to get a job cuz I was a high school dad [00:20.13]Wish I got paid by rappin' to the nation [00:23.02]But that's not likely, so here's my application [00:25.57]Pass it to the man at AT&T [00:28.21]Cause when I was in school I got the A.E.E [00:30.63]But there's no SC for this youngsta [00:33.60]I didn't have no money, so now I got to punch the [00:36.36]Clock, gotta slave, and be half a man [00:38.88]But whitey says there's no room for the African [00:41.65]Always knew that I would clock G's [00:43.94]But welcome to McDonalds; "may I take your order, please?" [00:46.74]Gotta serve ya food that might give you cancer [00:49.38]Cause my son doesn't take no for an answer [00:52.23]Now I pay taxes, that you never give me back [00:54.82]What about diapers, bottles, and similac? [00:57.50]Do I have to sell me a whole lotta crack [00:59.84]For decent shelter and clothes on my back? [01:02.42]Or should I just wait for help from Bush? [01:05.15]Or Jesse Jackson, and Operation PUSH? [01:07.94]If you ask me the whole thing needs a douche [01:10.57]A Massengill [01:11.78]What the hell [01:12.37]Crack will sell in the neighborhood [01:14.07]To the corner house *****es [01:16.20]Miss Parker, little Joe, and Todd Bridges [01:19.21]Or anybody that he know [01:21.07]So I copped me a bird, better known as a kilo [01:24.60]Now everybody know I went from po' [01:27.58]To a ***** that got dough [01:29.92]So now you put the feds against me [01:32.32]Cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency [01:35.36]I never get love again [01:37.11]But blacks are too ****in' broke to be Republican [01:40.52]Now I remember, I used to be cool [01:42.81]Till I stopped fillin' out my W-2 [01:45.93]Now senators are gettin' high [01:47.85]And your plan against the ghetto backfired [01:50.84]So now you got a pep talk [01:53.05]But sorry, this is our only room to walk [01:56.40]Cause we don't want a drug push [01:58.40]But a bird in the hand, is worth more than a Bush [02:06.59]Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah) [02:11.61]Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)
