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

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 bitches

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 nigga 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 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' 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)