Lyrics Dear Mr. President - Everlast, Mobb Deep, B-Real

Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President, the world has gone astray
Brothers are dying, they won’t live to see today
Was it all worth it, you had to lie to get your way
Blood’s thicker than water, what a price we had to pay
Dear Mr. President, you and your friends you are crooks
Selling out the poor man, the soldiers lives are took
I can’t see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. bush
Death and deception it’s the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had a vendetta
Get Saddam by any means and make man chedda
In 4 years you grow 600 million
The bush family
Oil tycoons they’re worth billions
You even pissed on the public for the cash
You started a deadly war and hiked up the gas
Thats cuz your real pay check comes from OPEC
Do the Bin Ladens also send endorsement
K to the r to the s to the one
My condolences to those that lost their son
Maybe they lost their daughter when the crossed them borders
Baby im here for ya, it’s the new world order
Times gettin shorta when the primes gettin longer
Im hot in the sauna when I blow low on ya
Im in California but im on every corna
KRS fredwreck
Never say we neva warned ya
Conscious lyrics its time for a little bit
Ya hear how im spittin it
Noone is innocent
East coast oppression yeah
West coast is livin it the east coast is givin it
Every time we say that fast cash we gettin it
Every time we diss our future with our kids in it
Every time we push the fly rise they slaven ya
Soon we’ll be rapping for Saudi Arabia
Dear Mr. President
The world has gone astray
Brothers are dyin
They won’t live to see today
Was it all worth it
You had to lie to get your way
Bloods thicker than water
What a price we had to pay
I told ya’ll niggas it’s a war outside
But these niggas don’t listen till the missiles start to fly
America ain’t nothin but the fantasy life
But the end 'll soon come for this bull shit life
Hold up before that come I gotta get mine
Cuz money is all that matters at the present time
Fuck the war in Iraq
Our was to survives right here in the hood
In the New York times
These dudes blowin up shit to no avail
Fuck that id rather rot in jail
Show yall better than I can tell
I ain’t buying what them senators sell
While they passing them bills we living in hell
War we all enlisted
Business and pleasure?
The next ex-prez don’t know the difference
Strategic plannin, my city’s in panic
Propaganda spread, the truths kept candid
When push comes to shove and shove to push
We in the same corner sayin buck fush
Its evidence they’ll remember the name
Its fredwreck, west coast legends of game
In a world of hate
With a round for blood
Don’t cooperate
We’ll just shoot you up
Its blood on all our hands
Its blood on all our hands
Its blood on all our hands
In a world of sin, where they honor greed
Can’t no-one win, 'till they conquer need
Its blood on all our hands
Its blood on all our hands
Its blood on all our hands
I already got enough on my mind to be stressin
And now I can’t even watch the news its depressin
I see em battle through Saddam’s hood with smith n wessens
And droppin all kind of bombs with aggression
Mama… my prayer for someone to hold ya
While I pull out a lewie for the fallen soldiers
Its best to turn to the lord for hes the best to consol ya
And thats the realest thing mack 10 eva told ya
It have anything to do with no… grippin
Them dude lost their lives oversees pistol grippin
Sendin youngsters to Iraq to leave blood drippin
And they wanna lock up my hommies for set trippin?
It didn’t have nothin to do with no… hood crippin
Them dude lost their lives oversees pistol grippin
Sendin youngsters to Iraq to leave blood drippin
And they wanna lock up my hommies for set trippin?
Mr President
I ain’t hesitant
I fly this kite up on behalf of… and my resident
Blue collar taxpayers henni drinkers
Holdin my nuts in the ghetti givin you the middle finger
Fuck war, for years we’re been ignored
And when its time for war it’s the only time you fuck with the poor
Land of the free but I don’t see no sunshine
Just niggas and latinos in the front line
United States?, naw united snakes
Where they cast the black folk silent and our votes don’t count
But we still keep poking em try to vote
But like the public enemy logo, you keepin niggas in the niper scope
Make methrow my hands up and wanna holla
Bush gettin power
All of a suden go down the twin towers
Daddy must have passed the word down
Guess its true what they say
Gangtas make the world go round
The only good bush is the one you fucked last night
Not the one who sends your brothers off to war and fight
You have smokin…
For the blind… and…
How many more years we accept lies and cry tears
They sell beers to the masses
Just so they can justify all the fucked up factions
By elections avoid any questions
Give fake answers: America’s cancer
The little puppet with tangled strings
I think he forgot the value of a human being
Maybe he never knew or never gave a shit
But he can send us all off and do his bravery bit
Treating people like pawns for the checkmate with the campaign
Begging people will you please reelect me
Get him outta here, you must learn
You’re a fool if you want the fucker one more term
Get him out