[Big Bird: Sesame Street]
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Hey look at this! I was cleaning out my nest
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and I found a book of my old poetry
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[Ice Cube]
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Fresh out of school cause I was a high school grad
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gots to get a job cuz I was a high school dad
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Wish I got paid like I was rappin' to the nation
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but thats not likely, so here's my application
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Pass it to the man at AT&T
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Cuz when I was in school I got the a. e. e.
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But there's no s. e. for this youngsta
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I didn't have no money so now I have to hunch the
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Back like a slave, thats what be happenin
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but whitey says there's no room for the African
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Always knew that I would boycott, jeez
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but welcome to McDonalds can I take your order please
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Gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer
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cuz my baby doesn't take no for an answer
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Now I pay taxes that you never give me back
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what about diapers, bottles, and similac
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Do I gotta go sell me a whole lotta crack
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for decent shelter and clothes on my back?
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Or should I just wait for help from Bush
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or Jesse Jackson, and operation Push
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If you ask me the whole thing needs a douch
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a masengel what the hell cracker sale in the neighborhood
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To the whorehouse bitches,
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Miss porker, little joe or Todd Bridges
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Or anybody that he know
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so I got me a bird, better known as a kilo
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Now everybody know I went from po' to a nigga that got dough
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So now you put the feds against me
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cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency
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I'm never givin' love again
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Cuz blacks are too fuckin broke to be republican
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Now I remember I used to be cool
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till I stopped fillin' out my W-2
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Now senators are gettin' hired
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and your plan against the ghetto backfired
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So now you got a pep talk
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but sorry, this is our only room to walk
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Cause we don't want a drug push
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But a bird in the hand is worth more than the bush
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tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)
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tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)
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A Bird In The Hand
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Ice Cube |