Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dear Mr. President, artist - Mistah F.A.B.. Date of issue: 06.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |