A Bird In The Hand

Say look at this
Ive 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 thats not likely, so heres my application
Pass it to the man at AT&T
Cause when I was in school I got the A.E.E
But theres no SC for this youngsta
I didnt have no money, so now I got to punch the
Clock, gotta slave, and be half a man
But whitey says theres no room for the African
Always knew that I would clock Gs
But welcome to McDonalds; 'may I take your order, please?'
Gotta serve ya food that might give you cancer
Cause my son doesnt 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 couldnt 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
Till 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 dont 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)