| I’m writing you to
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| Catch you up on places I’ve been
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| To whom it may concern
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| I refuse to be another being on this earth
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| I’m breathing for a purpose
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| I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture
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| And I’ve been thinking bout you
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| Cause you’ve done such
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| By doing such
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| I get a pen and paper
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| Write you a letter cause you are appreciated
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| I’m dreaming to be great
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| While working on my mistakes
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| You promise that’s change
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| I’m doing the same thing
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| Dear Mr. Obama
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| I’m hoping that this letter reaches you
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| In good spirits
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| Lord knows you’ve been busy
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| But I just wanna know if I speak could you listen
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| We in the same city I was hoping I could visit ya
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| If not I’m hoping that this letter could convey how I’m feeling
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| And you could find interest
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| First off congratulations on the win
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| It’s time for some change to commence
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| I gotta question for you man
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| From an African American stance
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| Are we expecting too much from your four year plan?
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| And what about the rappers
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| That happen to act like a black president
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| Give us a right to be assholes?
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| You know
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| They say your name for attention
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| But little to no interest after election
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| Or the too cheap t-shirt sellers
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| That’s making revenue of a name we cherish
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| As I end this letter
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| One more thing, I hope you understand your impact on our race
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| Sincerely Wale
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| P.S Eh I ain’t trying to nit pick
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| But keep them cigarettes away
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| I’m writing you to
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| Catch you up on places I’ve been
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| You have this letter
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| Finally got excited
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| But there’s nothing else inside
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| To whom it may concern
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| I refuse to be another being on this earth
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| See I’m breathing for a purpose
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| I need to be the center piece of my entire culture
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| And I’ve been thinking bout you
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| Cause you’ve done such
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| By doing such
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| I get a pen and paper
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| Write you a letter cause you are appreciated
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| Like damn mama the reason I work hard
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| Not even my favorite rapper
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| You was bigger than an artist
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| Dear Pac
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| I was twelve when the gunned you
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| Wish you was around now to see what I’ve become see
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| You never had a son, In the physical or literal
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| Years later there’s still a bunch of little you’s
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| Never seen you as lyrical
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| But more as a voice that the whole culture would listen to
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| Speakin the truth like only you can do
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| It’s only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle
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| I got a question for ya, little somethin to say
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| Are you still mad at Biggie? |
| Are you still mad at Dre?
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| And are you happy at the way your legacy portrayed?
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| I’m trying to do for D. C what you did for L. A
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| But music today, it’s getting lame for us
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| They chasing fame rather than making a change for us
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| They stop being artists, they stop being honest
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| They want that club shit, ain’t no more dear mama’s
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| And you don’t know me
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| But knowin you through music is going to change the world
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| In the futuren, truly yours, Wale
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| P.S Hey, How long will they mourn you? |
| Forever and a day
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| I’m writing you to
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| Catch you up on places I’ve been
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| You have this letter
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| Finally got excited
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| But there’s nothing else inside
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| So I’m writing you this letter
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| And I can only hope that you read it if you get it
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| Hoping if you get it that you won’t ever forget it
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| You won’t never forget it
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| You won’t never forget it (x2)
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| I’m writing you to
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| Catch you up on places I’ve been
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| You have this letter
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| Finally got excited
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| But there’s nothing else inside
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| I’m writing you to
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| Catch you up on places I’ve been
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| You have this letter
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| Finally got excited
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| But there’s nothing else inside it |