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 streeet 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