Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dear Mr. President, artist - Fredwreck. Date of issue: 05.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |