But sorry, this is our only room to walk
The whitey says there's no room for the African
To the corner house bitches
Gots to get a job 'cuz I was a high school dad
'Cause we don't want a drug push
Gotta slave and be half a man
So now you put the Feds against me
Pass it to the man at AT&T
'Cuz when I was in school, I got the A.E.E.
But that's not likely, so here's my application
'Cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency
Now I remember, I used to be cool
Always knew that I would clock G's
Do I have to sell me a whole lotta crack
But there's no S.E. for this youngsta
Tell the politicians, the hustlers
What about diapers, bottles and Similac?
But a bird in the hand is worth more than a Bush
Fresh out of school 'cause I was a high school grad
Or anybody that he know
Wish I got paid by rappin' to the nation
For decent shelter and clothes on my back?
Now senators are gettin' hired
'Cuz my son doesn't take no for an answer
I'm never givin' love again
If you ask me, the whole thing needs a douche
Now I pay taxes that you never give me back
So now you got a pep talk
To a nigga that got dough
And your plan against the ghetto backfired
Or Jesse Jackson and Operation Push?
But blacks are too fuckin' broke to be republican
I didn't have no money so now I gotta punch the clock
Tell the politicians, the hustlers
Miss Porker, Little Joe and Todd Bridges
So I got me a bird better known as a kilo
Live and let live, yeah
Or should I just wait for help from Bush
Gotta serve ya food that might give you cancer
A Massingill, what the hell crackers sell in the neighborhood?
But welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order, please?
Till I stopped fillin' out my W-2
Now everybody know I went from po'
