[Big Bird: Sesame Street]
Hey look at this! I was cleaning out my nest
And I found a old book of my poetry

(Ice Cube)
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
Cause when I was in school I got the A.E.E
But there´s no S.C. for this youngsta
I didn´t have no money so now I got to punch the
Clock at a 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
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 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 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´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´ 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 the bush

Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)
Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)