Travell Adams - T.R.A.Y. - Dear Dr. King lyrics

Song: Dear Dr. King Artist: T.R.A.Y. (Travell Rhythm And You) Album: So Midwest Hollywood LP Verse 1: Dear Martin Luther, I mean Dr. King I'm paying my respect cuz I know you had a dream Although you didn't live, to see it to fruition In 2008 we all came to see your vision We voted for the president, a African American I'm grateful cuz I'm proud of him, not because im arrogant May be its ironic or symbolic to our fate That it took a man from Africa, to unite the states I'd rather be real then politically correct So I say how I feel, people still be upset I don't see why, but never mind I guess Its harder to remember than it is to forget By the way, We did find James Earl Ray But he said he didn't do it til he died in 98 So we'll never know what happen that day On the balcony, April 4th 1968 I know you fought hard for my rights And it costs me nothing, cuz you paid with ya life I thank you for giving black history a lesson So I wrote this letter to update you on the present The people wanted change, but Bush didn't agree with us Luckily the "O factor" took over the media It started out in Hollywood, Oprah put it on the map And ended republicans who then turned to democrats (Talking) Verse 2: Well… Bush Got elected, despite how I was feelin One year later, a plane hit a building A lot of people died, we blamed Osama Then we went to war and we started more drama The war was on terror so we had to attack Then we sent a whole bunch of soldiers to Iraq To find these so called "weapons of destruction" But Bush used that, as a method of corruption The bad news is, people's kids got slain The Good news is, well we did find Hussein We found him in a ditch, even though we wasn't lookin Celebrated, then told the U.N. to book em So they took em, but the war wasn't over It would be a long time fore we got to see our soldiers Bush wasn't having it, no one could save us He told us we had to find the leader of Al-Qaeda That was Bin Laden, but he still missin So we began to question the purpose of the mission Some say its oil, it gota be the gas With the OPEC monopoly the economy could crash (Talking) Verse 3: Dr. King… Ya boy been stressin All of these events have, led to a recession And its depressing, Sort of like a drout Now people homeless who couldn't keep they house The unemployment line full of people on welfare And old folks, who need work to pay for healthcare I thank god I ain't never need a wheelchair But sometimes I do, wonder why I'm still here Most be a purpose, was it an accident Or did I get my way with words on purpose If it's a gift, I have yet to reap the benefits But that's cool Dr. King… let me finish this I can't trip, at least I get to vote now At least we gota new president to give us hope now At least I can walk out in America And be recognized for the content of my character At least if I ever have kids I can share my history and tell em, what you did In the same sentence say, you can be anything The president, a doctor, and a king Like you no matter what people say And that's why I wrote this… sincerely T.R.A.Y (Paper crumbling)