Hey look at this! I was cleaning out my nest and I found a book of my old 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 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)
