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 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   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' 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