Sesame Street

1995

Sometimes words are enough to kill over

Thanksgiving didn't give, so what should I hope for?

I keep on looking for job, but job seems not to like me

What else? My door's kick off the hinge

Somebody just filled they Christmas list off me and the family

And damn, I just missed them

Felt like I've been raped, a figure's been through my drawers

Always read the clause in between the black

Spent my summers in the country, so I consider myself a Jack

Some left this world by putting bullets in they head

But little Johnnie across the street hung himself from his bunk-bed

Had to go to court in the morning

Nothing hard about it

My little partner was just scared

How scared, Gipp? That scared

Sesame Street

When I was BG, 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 motherfuckers in the crew

But you knew and feel the type of **** that kill

Be the ones that's out to prove something

To them older ****, '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 butt at the same time

Hoping to play, support the girls up in the game

Out to get a piece of what the system

Had designed black folks to struggle for

So I bust, so much to deal with

Can't tell 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

Street this way, so we arrange it to 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 my feet hit the streets?

What you know? (What you know?)

What you know? (What you know?)

Can you feel what I feel?

Can you hear what I hear?

Can you see what I see

When my feet hit the streets?

What you know? (What you know?)

What you know? (What you know?)

'Bout Sesame Street?

Georgia Power wants to put me in the dark

But one spark, I see Sammy streak to my spot

In the red Fred Sanford truck

Undercover, but he geela folks for da class A sub

Stance narcotic, South stopping at shock-a-locka

I'm too 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 said

I ain't need no help, can't do it by myself

Raining sesame, 'cause it's only so much time left

In this crazy world, mates in prison, guards life with a hammer

So, excuse my grammar

Behind the walls of Atlanta Federal Pen

The jail on Fred Stock, the cell blocks with more CO's

Equipped with radios

The system is fraud and the security cameras

Now have we an eyeball on it yet

The second stage is denial

I wonder if I'll 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 poor 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 progress

Maybe it's a test that we all gotta pass

My situations making me grow too fast

Thirteen 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 my feet hit the streets?

So what you know? (What you know?)

What you know? (What you know?)

Can you feel what I feel?

Can you hear what I hear?

Can you see what I see

When my feet hit the streets?

Now what you know? (What you know?)

What you know? (What you know?)

What you know? (What you know?)

What you know 'bout Sesame Street?