Sesame Street

1995
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 Uh, y'all know what it is
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 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 hinges
 Somebody just filled they Christmas list off me and the family
 And damn, I just missed them
 Felt like I've been raped
 A finger'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 hisself from his bunk-bed
 Had to go to court in the mornin'
 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 niggas that kill
 Be the ones that's out to prove something
 To them older niggas '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
 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 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
 Be 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?)
 About Sesame Street?
 Georgia Power wants to put me in the dark
 But one spark, I see Sammy streak to my spot
 In this red Fred Sanford truck undercover
 Undercover but he geela folks for da class "A" substance
 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 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 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
 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?