8. A Bird In The Hand
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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 'cause 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 gotta 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 McDonald's, "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
'Til 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)
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 'cause 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 gotta 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 McDonald's, "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
'Til 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)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.06] Say, look at this
[00:01.17] I've been cleaning out my nest, and I found an old book of my poetry
[00:06.66]
[00:14.94] Fresh out of school 'cause I was a high school grad
[00:17.71] Gots to get a job 'cause I was a high school dad
[00:20.37] Wish I got paid by rappin' to the nation
[00:22.91] But that's not likely, so here's my application
[00:25.72] Pass it to the man at AT&T
[00:28.24] 'Cause when I was in school I got the A.E.E
[00:30.94] But there's no SC for this youngsta
[00:33.51] I didn't have no money, so now I gotta punch the
[00:36.25] Clock, gotta slave, and be half a man
[00:39.08] But whitey says, "There's no room for the African"
[00:41.63] Always knew that I would clock G's
[00:44.26] But welcome to McDonald's, "May I take your order, please?"
[00:46.85] Gotta serve ya food that might give you cancer
[00:49.69] 'Cause my son doesn't take no for an answer
[00:52.32] Now I pay taxes, that you never give me back
[00:55.16] What about diapers, bottles, and Similac?
[00:57.47] Do I have to sell me a whole lotta crack
[00:59.85] For decent shelter and clothes on my back?
[01:02.66] Or should I just wait for help from Bush?
[01:05.21] Or Jesse Jackson, and Operation PUSH?
[01:08.07] If you ask me the whole thing needs a douche
[01:10.34] A Massengill, what the hell, crack will sell in the neighborhood
[01:14.41] To the corner house bitches
[01:16.27] Miss Parker, little Joe, and Todd Bridges
[01:19.65] Or anybody that he know
[01:21.62] So I copped me a bird, better known as a kilo
[01:24.60] Now everybody know I went from po'
[01:28.06] To a nigga that got dough
[01:30.11] So now you put the feds against me
[01:32.47] 'Cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency
[01:35.61] I never get love again
[01:37.66] But blacks are too fuckin' broke to be Republican
[01:40.68] Now I remember, I used to be cool
[01:43.19] 'Til I stopped fillin' out my W-2
[01:45.97] Now senators are gettin' high
[01:48.50] And your plan against the ghetto backfired
[01:51.33] So now you got a pep talk
[01:53.11] But sorry, this is our only room to walk
[01:56.61] 'Cause we don't want a drug push
[01:58.58] But a bird in the hand is worth more than a Bush
[02:06.40] Tell the politicians, the hustlers
[02:09.56] "Live and let live" (yeah)
[02:11.75] Tell the politicians, the hustlers
[02:14.45] "Live and let live" (yeah)
[02:16.75]
[00:01.17] I've been cleaning out my nest, and I found an old book of my poetry
[00:06.66]
[00:14.94] Fresh out of school 'cause I was a high school grad
[00:17.71] Gots to get a job 'cause I was a high school dad
[00:20.37] Wish I got paid by rappin' to the nation
[00:22.91] But that's not likely, so here's my application
[00:25.72] Pass it to the man at AT&T
[00:28.24] 'Cause when I was in school I got the A.E.E
[00:30.94] But there's no SC for this youngsta
[00:33.51] I didn't have no money, so now I gotta punch the
[00:36.25] Clock, gotta slave, and be half a man
[00:39.08] But whitey says, "There's no room for the African"
[00:41.63] Always knew that I would clock G's
[00:44.26] But welcome to McDonald's, "May I take your order, please?"
[00:46.85] Gotta serve ya food that might give you cancer
[00:49.69] 'Cause my son doesn't take no for an answer
[00:52.32] Now I pay taxes, that you never give me back
[00:55.16] What about diapers, bottles, and Similac?
[00:57.47] Do I have to sell me a whole lotta crack
[00:59.85] For decent shelter and clothes on my back?
[01:02.66] Or should I just wait for help from Bush?
[01:05.21] Or Jesse Jackson, and Operation PUSH?
[01:08.07] If you ask me the whole thing needs a douche
[01:10.34] A Massengill, what the hell, crack will sell in the neighborhood
[01:14.41] To the corner house bitches
[01:16.27] Miss Parker, little Joe, and Todd Bridges
[01:19.65] Or anybody that he know
[01:21.62] So I copped me a bird, better known as a kilo
[01:24.60] Now everybody know I went from po'
[01:28.06] To a nigga that got dough
[01:30.11] So now you put the feds against me
[01:32.47] 'Cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency
[01:35.61] I never get love again
[01:37.66] But blacks are too fuckin' broke to be Republican
[01:40.68] Now I remember, I used to be cool
[01:43.19] 'Til I stopped fillin' out my W-2
[01:45.97] Now senators are gettin' high
[01:48.50] And your plan against the ghetto backfired
[01:51.33] So now you got a pep talk
[01:53.11] But sorry, this is our only room to walk
[01:56.61] 'Cause we don't want a drug push
[01:58.58] But a bird in the hand is worth more than a Bush
[02:06.40] Tell the politicians, the hustlers
[02:09.56] "Live and let live" (yeah)
[02:11.75] Tell the politicians, the hustlers
[02:14.45] "Live and let live" (yeah)
[02:16.75]