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