sesame street

sometimes words are enough to kill over

thanksgiving didn't give

so what should i hope for

i keep on looking fo job

but job seems not to like me

what else my doors kick off the hedges

somebody just fill they christmas list

off me and tha family

and damn i just miss them

felt like i've been raped

a figures been through my drawers

always read tha times in between tha black

spent my summers in that country

so i consider myself a jack

some left this world by putting bullets in they head

but little johnnie across the street

hung hisself from his bunk-bed

had to go to court in tha mornin'

nothing hard about it

my little partner was just scared

how scared gipp that scared

when i was b-gee

used to think i couldn't be hit

none of my homies carried guns

all i had was a stick

coming out hard was the way from day one

one of the smallest muthafuckers in the crew

but you knew and feel the type of niggas that kill

be the ones that's out to prove something

to them other niggers cause

they already know the outcome

what's going down at the party

so many fine hoes nobody knows why

we buck

i guess we up in a rut

looking for but at the same time

up in the flame supporting girls up in the game

out to get a piece of what the system

has designed black folks to struggle for

so i bust

so much to deal with

can't feel what's real from fake

for my sake i stay close to home

so them crackers don't take and

never give back to my hood

in desperate need of change

be this way to

we arrage it to be fit me

growing up on sesame street

can you feel

what i feel?

can you hear

what i hear?

can you see what i see?

when ma feet hit the streets

what chu know?

what chu know?

about sesame street?

georgia power wants to put me in the dark

but one spark

i see sammy streak to ma spot

in this red fred sanford truck undercover

but he geela folks fo da class a" substances narcotics