sesame street

Lyrics

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, ole shought stopping ask?, can be "shock-ca-locka"?, um to mad to be scared, so for the price if you go it, like that to be the boss you gladly pay it, an arm and a leg i'd be lying if i say i ain't, need no help, can't do it by myself, it's raining sesame, cause it's only so much time left in this crazy world, mates in prison guards life with a hamma, so excuse ma grammar, behind the walls of atlanta, federal penn, the tait on "fred stock" the cell blox wit no c.o.'s, equipped with radios, the system is fraud and the security camera, now have we an eyeball on it yet, the second stage denied, i wonder if i get another trial, remember me from way back in the days, lived right around the corner from benjamin mays, i'm amazed that we made it this far, a po black family is all that we are, wishing upon a star, for a trace of happiness, my mama do her best but she ain't making no progresss, maybe it's a test that we all gotta pass, my situations making me grow too fast, 13 and a half years old standing at the bus stop, alone in the cold on my way to be degraded, for a fee to help get my family off this street called sesame, 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?