Goodie Mob - Sesame Street Lyrics
Sometimes words are enough to kill overThanksgiving didnt giveSo what should I hope forI keep on looking fo jobBut job seems not to like meWhat else my doors kick off the hedgesSomebody just fill they christmas listOff me and tha familyAnd damn I just miss themFelt like Ive been rapedA figures been through my drawersAlways read tha times in between tha blackSpent my summers in that countrySo I consider myself a jackSome left this world by putting bullets in they headBut little johnnie across the streetHung hisself from his bunk-bedHad to go to court in tha morninNothing hard about itMy little partner was just scaredHow scared gipp that scaredWhen I was b-geeUsed to think I couldnt be hitNone of my homies carried gunsAll I had was a stickComing out hard was the way from day oneOne of the smallest mutha*****ers in the crewBut you knew and feel the type of niggas that killBe the ones thats out to prove somethingTo them other niggers causeThey already know the outcomeWhats going down at the partySo many fine hoes nobody knows whyWe buck, I guess we up in a rutLooking for but at the same timeUp in the flame supporting girls up in the gameOut to get a piece of what the systemHas designed black folks to struggle forSo I bust, so much to deal withCant feel whats real from fakeFor my sake I stay close to homeSo them crackers dont take andNever give back to my hoodIn desperate need of changeBe this way toWe arrage it to be fit meGrowing up on sesame streetCan you feel, what I feel?Can you hear, what I hear?Can you see what I see?When ma feet hit the streetsWhat chu know?What chu know?About sesame street?Georgia power wants to put me in the darkBut one sparkI see sammy streak to ma spotIn this red fred sanford truck undercoverBut he geela folks fo da class a substances narcoticsOle shought stopping ask?Can be shock-ca-locka?Um to mad to be scaredSo for the price if you go itLike that to be the boss you gladly pay itAn arm and a leg Id be lying if I say I aintNeed no help, cant do it by myselfIts raining sesameCause its only so much time left in this crazy worldMates in prison guards life with a hammaSo excuse ma grammarBehind the walls of atlanta, federal pennThe tait on fred stock the cell blox wit no c.o.sEquipped with radiosThe system is fraud and the security cameraNow have we an eyeball on it yetThe second stage deniedI wonder if I get another trialRemember me from way back in the daysLived right around the corner from benjamin maysIm amazed that we made it this farA po black family is all that we areWishing upon a starFor a trace of happinessMy mama do her best but she aint making no progresssMaybe its a test that we all gotta passMy situations making me grow too fast13 and a half years old standing at the bus stopAlone in the cold on my way to be degradedFor a fee to help get my family off this streeet called sesameCan you feel, what I feel?Can you hear, what I hear?Can you see what I see?When ma feet hit the streetsWhat chu know?What chu know?About sesame street?
