Bird in the Hand
Big Bird’s voice:
Say look at this. I’ve been cleaning out my nest and I found an old book of my poetry.
Fresh outta school cause I was a high school grad.
Gotsta get a job cause I was a high school dad.
Wish I got paid by rapping to the nation,
But that’s not likely so here’s my application.
Pass it to the man at AT&T.
Cause when I was in school i got the AEE.
But there's S.C. for this youngster
I didn't have no money, so now I got to punch the
Clock, gotta slave and be half a man
But whitey man 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 you food that might give you cancer,
Cause 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 hafta sell me a whole lotta of crack
For decent shelter and clothes on my back?
Or should I just wait for help from Bush?
Or Jesse Jackson and operation P.U.S.H.?
If you ask me the whole thing needs a douche.
A Massengill. What the hell
Crack'll sell in the neighborhood
To the corner house bitches.
Miss Parker, Little Joe, and Todd Bridges.
Or anybody that he know.
So I cop 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 gettin' love again.
But blacks are too fucking broke to Republican.
Now I remember I used to be cool,
Till I stop filling out my W2.
Now senators are getting high.
And your plan against the ghetto backfired.
So now you gotta pep talk.
But sorry this is our only room to walk
Cause we don't want to drug push,
But a bird in the hand is worth more than a Bush.