Fresh outta school caues I was a high school gradGotta get a job 'cause I was a high school dadWish I got paid for rapping to the nationBut that's not likely so heres my applicationHand it to the man at at&tCause when I was in school I got the aeeBut there is no se for this youngsterI didn't have no money so now I got to punch theClock and slave and be happyCause the whitty saya there no room for the africanAlways knew that I wouldn't clock g'sBut welcome to mcdonalds can I take your order pleaseGotta serve you food that might give you cancerCause my son doesn't take no for an answerNow I pay taxes but they never give me backWhat about diaper bottles and similac ]Do I have to sell me a whole lotta of crackProduce in shelter and clothes on my backOr should I just wait for help from bushOr jessie jackson and operation p.u.s.hIf you ask me the whole thing needs a doucheOr massingaleWhat the hell
Crack I'll sell in the neighborhoodTo the corner house bitchesMiss parker, lil joe, and todd bridgesOr anybody that he knowsSo cop me a bird better known as a kiloNow everybody knowI went from poTo a nigga that got doughSo now you want to put the fed against meCause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidencyI'll never get love againBut blacks are too fucking broke to republicansNow I remember I use to be coolTill I stop filling out my w2Now senator are getting highAnd you blacks in ghettos at night crySo now you want to give a pep talkBut sorry this is our only room to walkCause we don't want to drug pushBut a bird in the hand is worth more than a book
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