(Big Bird: Sesame Street) 
Hey look at this! I was cleaning out my nest 
And I found a book of my old poetry 

(Ice Cube) 
Fresh out of school cause I was a high school grad 
Gots to get a job 'cause I was a high school dad 
Wish I got paid like I was rappin' 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 A-E-E 
But there's no S-E for this youngsta 
I didn't have no money so now I have to hunch the 
Back like a slave, that's what be happenin'
But whitey says there's no room for the African 
Always knew that I would clock G's 
But welcome to McDonald's can I take your order please 
Gotta sell ya 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 gotta go 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 douch e
A masengel what the hell cracker sell in the neighborhood 
To the corner house bitches, 
Miss porker, little Joe or 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 
'Cause 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' high
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 to drug push 
But a bird in the hand is worth more than the bush 

Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah) 
Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)