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

[Chorus] 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 k**in' us Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay [Verse 1] 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 d**, 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 [Chorus] 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 k**in' us Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay [Verse 2] 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 sh** 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 [Chorus] 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 k**in' us Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay