Lyrics Dear Mr. President - Mistah F.A.B.

Dear Mr. President

Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin' you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin' us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay
Dear Mr. President, I hope this missile finds you free
My intention’s not to criticize but be the sight for blind to see
Penitentiaries built up, schools steady tore down
Take the riches from the rich man, envision life poor now
Communities is filled with drugs, corners covered by the thugs
Homeless men live in the streets, no blankets, covers or rugs
Sister’s smokin' on some dope, aggravated, bein' broke
To ease the pain, needle came, now they shootin' just to cope
God hear me if you can, hopefully I can reach this man
Take a couple seconds to read my letter to the President
Mr. President, I don’t wanna cause no trouble
But then again the ghetto is the reason why we hustle
Tell us now, be for real, what’s your beef with Mexico?
You think buildin' up a wall really send a message though?
Drug prices finna soar, streets gon' get so messy, bro
Murder rate gon' rise like gas at Texaco
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin' you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin' us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay
Obama gave us hope, he became Martin’s dream
Malcolm gave us strength 'cause we fight by any means
Huey gave us heart, take no shit from all them pigs
Marcus Garvey gave us smarts, to return to where we live
Harriet freed slaves, could freed many more
But they knew not they was slaves, as we know not we are poor
Julie Lynch rolled some paper, gave the masters master plans
Former kings of the motherland, became master’s man
All I’m sayin', Mr. President, understand we have a reason
Do not trust no more Americans in this country full of treason
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Democratic or republican, still donkeys with no tail
Pen us up in jail
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Democratic or republican, donkeys with no tail
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin' you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin' us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay