Lyrics:

Big Bird Sesame Street) hey Look At This! I Was Cleaning Out My Nest and I Found A Book Of My Old 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 cuz When I Was In School I Got The A. E. E. but There''s No S. E. For This Youngsta i Didn''t Have No Money So Now I Have To Hunch The back Like A Slave, Thats What Be Happenin but Whitey Says There''s No Room For The African always Knew That I Would Boycott, Jeez but Welcome To Mcdonalds Can I Take Your Order Please gotta Sell Ya Food That Might Give You Cancer cuz My Baby 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 Douch a Masengel What The Hell Cracker Sale In The Neighborhood to The Whorehouse Bitches, miss Porker, Little Joe Or Todd Bridges or Anybody That He Know so I Got 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'' Hired 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