I am the paycheck for Jesse Jackson.
Sittin' here smokin' weed,
sellin' drugs,
countin' money with a bucket of chicken and a ...
... , listinin' to Gucci Mane.
Matrin Luther King Jr. is rolling in his grave sayin' 'This Nigga!'
(Don't quote me on that. The NAACP will throw a temper tantrum.)
I have that nightmare of bad credit.
I have that dream of a big house.
Can't stop now,
I am Barack Obama's 'yes we can.'"
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