A Bird In The Hand

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 ′cause 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 ′Cause when I was in school I got the A.E.E But there's no SC for this youngsta I didn′t have no money, so now I gotta punch the Clock, gotta 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 McDonald's, "May I take your order, please?" Gotta serve ya food that might give you cancer ′Cause 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 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 never get love again But blacks are too fuckin' broke to be Republican Now I remember, I used to be cool ′Til 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 a Bush Tell the politicians, the hustlers "Live and let live" (yeah) Tell the politicians, the hustlers "Live and let live" (yeah)