Sometimes words are enough to kill over   Thanksgiving didn't give so what should I hope for   I keep on looking for job but job seems not to like me   What else my doors kicked off the hedges      Somebody just fill they Christmas list   Off me and the family and damn I just miss them   Felt like I've been raped, a figures been through my drawers   Always read the [Incomprehensible] in between the black      Spent my summers in that country   So I consider myself a Jack   Some left this world by putting bullets in they head   But little Johnnie across the street hung hisself from his bunk-bed      Had to go to court in the mornin'   Nothing hard about it   My little partner was just scared   How scared Gipp that scared      When I was B-gee   Used to think I couldn't be hit   None of my homies carried guns   All I had was a stick      Coming out hard was the way from day one   One of the smallest muthafuckers in the crew   But you knew and feel the type of niggas that kill   Be the ones that's out to prove something      To them other niggers   'Cause they already know the outcome   What's going down at the party   So many fine hoes nobody knows why we buck      I guess we up in a rut   Looking for but at the same time   Up in the Flame supporting girls up in the game   Out to get a piece of what the system has designed      Black folks to struggle for   So I bust, so much to deal with   Can't feel what's real from fake   For my sake I stay close to home   So them crackers don't take      And never give back to my hood   In desperate need of change   Be this way to we arrange it to be fit me   Growing up on Sesame Street      Can you feel what I feel?   Can you hear what I hear?   Can you see what I see?   When ma feet hit the streets   What chu know? What chu know?      Can you feel what I feel?   Can you hear what I hear?   Can you see what I see?   When ma feet hit the streets   What chu know? What chu know   About Sesame Street?      Georgia Power wants to put me in the dark   But one spark, I see Sammy streak to ma spot   In this red Fred Sanford truck undercover   But he geela folks fo da class A substances narcotics      Ole shought stopping ask?   Can be Shock-ca-locka?   Um to mad to be scared   So for the price if you go it like that      To be the boss you gladly pay it   An arm and a leg I'd be lying if I say   I ain't need no help, can't do it by myself   It's raining sesame      'Cause it's only so much time left in this crazy world   Mates in prison guards life with a hamma, so excuse ma grammar   Behind the walls of Atlanta, Federal Penn the tait on 'Fred Stock'   The cell blox wit' no C.O.'s equipped with radios      The system is fraud and the security camera   Now have we an eyeball on it yet   The second stage denied   I wonder if I get another trial      Remember me from way back in the days   Lived right around the corner from Benjamin Mays   I'm amazed that we made it this far   A po black family is all that we are      Wishing upon a star for a trace of happiness   My mama do her best but she ain't making no progresss   Maybe it's a test that we all gotta pass   My situations making me grow too fast      Thirteen and a half years old   Standing at the bus stop alone in the cold   On my way to be degraded for a fee   To help get my family off this street called Sesame      Can you feel what I feel?   Can you hear what I hear?   Can you see what I see?   When ma feet hit the streets   So what chu know? What chu know?      Can you feel what I feel?   Can you hear what I hear?   Can you see what I see?   When ma feet hit the streets   Now what chu know? What chu know?   What chu know? What chu know   About Sesame Street?