B-Real - Dear Mr. President lyrics

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 d**h 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 [Hook] [] I told ya'll n***as it's a war outside But these n***as 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 sh** life Hold up before that come I gotta get mine Cuz money is all that matters at the present time f** the war in Iraq Our was to survives right here in the hood In the New York times These dudes blowin up sh** to no avail f** that id rather rot in jail Show yall better than I can tell I ain't buying what them senators sell While they pa**ing 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 [Mack 10] 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 f** war, for years we're been ignored And when its time for war it's the only time you f** with the poor Land of the free but I don't see no sunshine Just n***as 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 n***as 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 pa**ed the word down Guess its true what they say Gangtas make the world go round [B-Real The only good bush is the one you f**ed 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 ma**es Just so they can justify all the f**ed 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 sh** 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 f**er one more term Get him out [Hook]