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 `cuz 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
`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 gotta punch the clock

Gotta slave and be half a man
The 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
`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 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 Massingill, what the hell crackers sell in the neighborhood?
To the corner house bitches
Miss Porker, Little Joe and 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 ni**a 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
But blacks are too f**kin` 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 a Bush

Tell the politicians, the hustlers
Live and let live, yeah
Tell the politicians, the hustlers
Live and let live, yeah