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from Death Certificate

"A Bird in The Hand" is track #4 on the album Death Certificate. It was written by Jackson, O'shea / Jordan, Mark S. / Clinton, George Jr. / Dunbar, Ronald / Sterling, Donnie Ray / Shider, Garry Marshall / Collins, William Earl.
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"A Bird in The Hand" is track #4 on the album Death Certificate. It was written by Jackson, O'shea / Jordan, Mark S. / Clinton, George Jr. / Dunbar, Ronald / Sterling, Donnie Ray / Shider, Garry Marshall / Collins, William Earl.
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Say, look at this, I've been cleaning out my nest
And I found an old book of my poetry

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 by rappin' to the nation
But that's 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 gotta punch the clock

Gotta slave and be half a man
The whitey says there's no room for the African
Always knew that I would clock G's
But welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order, please?

Gotta serve ya food that might give you cancer
'Cuz my son 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 have to 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 douche
A Massingill, what the hell crackers sell in the neighborhood?
To the corner house bitches
Miss Porker, Little Joe and 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
But 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 a Bush

Tell the politicians, the hustlers
Live and let live, yeah
Tell the politicians, the hustlers
Live and let live, yeah

Songwriters
JACKSON, O'SHEA / JORDAN, MARK S. / CLINTON, GEORGE JR. / DUNBAR, RONALD / STERLING, DONNIE RAY / SHIDER, GARRY MARSHALL / COLLINS, WILLIAM EARL

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