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 cuz I was a high school dad
 Wish I got paid like I was rappin' to the nation
 but thats not likely  so here's my application
 Pass 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 have to hunch the
 Back like a slave, thats what be happenin
 but whitey says there's no room for the African
 Always knew that I would boycott, jeez
 but welcome to McDonalds can I take your order please
 Gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer
 cuz my baby 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
 a masengel what the hell cracker sale in the neighborhood
 To the whorehouse 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
 Cuz 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' 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 the bush

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