T-Isaam - n***a Need a Job lyrics

(I plan to attend college And have some kind of job Where I don't have to be around a n***a) [ VERSE 1: T-Isaam ] Damn, a n***a'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, f** 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 sh** 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 b**h 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 n***as too? And then I'd have to end up Either locked up or maybe even f**ed up So I try to 'do the right thing' but Spike Lee Ain't doin sh** 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 n***a 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 sh** 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 n***a 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' n***a that pulls the trigger But what'd you figure when a n***a Need a job