a bird in the hand lyrics – ice cube

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

p*ss 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 m*ssingill, what the h*ll crackers sell in the neighborhood?
to the corner house b*tches
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 n*gg* 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 f*ckin’ 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

/ ice cube lyrics