A Bird In The Hand

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

'Cuz when I was in school, I got the A.E.E.

Buth there's no S.C. for this youngsta

I didn't have no money so now I gotta punch the clock

Gotta slave and be half a man

The whitey says there's no room for the African

Always knew that I would clock G's

But welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order, please?

Gotta serve ya food that might give you cancer

'Cuz 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 Massingill, what the hell crackers sell in the neighborhood?

To the corner house bitches

Miss Porker, Little Joe and 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

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' 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 a Bush

Tell the politicians, the hustlers

Live and let live, yeah

Tell the politicians, the hustlers

Live and let live, yeah