Sesame Street

1995 Uh, y'all know what it is 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?