(I plan to attend college
and have some kind of job
where I don`t have to be around a nigger)
[ VERSE 1: T-Isaam ]
Damn, a nigga`s gotta rob
Cause Bush just sittin on his cush` not makin jobs
My right-hand man got a plan
And he says I can make a few grands
So I listen real closely
Cause mostly the system tryin to roast me
So maybe I should buck it - yeah, fuck it
Let`s go and make some ducats
Any way that we can
And even if it means takin from the black man
My own race and kind, cause my mind
Ain`t thinkin no straight lines
I`m runnin around blind
Cause it`s the same shit that happened to us last time
But I ain`t pickin cotton
So I`m out of work and forgotten
Yeah, cause somethin smells rotten
Is it me or the work, crossin t`s and i`s dottened
Mr. White Collar
Givin plenty of advice but not givin dollars
The ghetto`s gettin thick and it`s sick
Cause a bitch ain`t gettin rich
Can`t make ends meet
So many feet walkin bare on the concrete
And it`s makin me weak
Cause I hate to see kids have to live in the streets
Gotta make a better life for my daughter
I give love but she needs food and water
So what should I do?
Get a crew and start jackin niggas too?
And then I`d have to end up
Either locked up or maybe even fucked up
So I try to `do the right thing` but Spike Lee
Ain`t doin shit for me
I`m stuck in this hell hole
And every where I go I get chased by `trol
I need some employment
Not workin up a sweat for police enjoyment
Sign says `help wanted`
But when I offer my help they don`t want it
And I don`t wanna rob
But damn, a nigga need a job
[ VERSE 2: T-Isaam ]
So - I ( ? ) my degree
Two years FMU that have flew
But I have 60 hours
So I figured like Snap I had the power
But it wasn`t that easy
Application application made me queasy
Jeezy, I tried and I tried
But I was too young or overqualified (yeah right)
And true, I was rappin
But the shit at the time wasn`t happenin
I was just like the next man
Puttin up a front for the next band
And what about my old group?
Started gettin me to do what I used to do
Runnin them streets all night
Doin things when we knew it wasn`t right
I`m smarter than that but it`s hard
Cause you know a nigga need a job
- So ah, Mr. Brown
I see you applied for a position here
- Sure have
- Ah, you are a little qualified
I see you went to college
- Yeah, I sure did
- Florida... is that a black college?
- Somethin like that
- Hm, let me see... NEXT!
[ VERSE 3: T-Isaam ]
And because I`m black
Jobs ain`t comin in stacks
And I`m young so you know what`s up with that
Try a shirt and tie, they tell me
Try speech and bleech, they sell me
But I ain`t goin out in a minute
Cause in the black race I`m a lifetime tennant
So renew your lease
Or your whole damn life you`ll be livin for the beast
All-out mixture
Cause they paint the ghetto and say it`s fixed up
But what about jobs for the homeless
My hair`s nappy, cause I`m combless
I can`t afford your lifestyle
So when I go wild I fit the profile
Of another po` nigga that pulls the trigger
But what`d you figure when a nigga
Need a job
