President, he heĪnd I meant every word in my letter to the President We might change and rearrange if you do somethin' Look what you made, little kids gettin' sprayedĭay after day, and night after night, battles and wars to the daylight Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Y'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'? Lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugsīlacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin' low? Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin' let him dieĬan't lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God? My own black nation at war, whole family behind barsĪnd they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me We tired of bein' scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin' He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me? Heavenly Father, may I holla at you briefly I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his kneesĪnd I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sentĪnd I meant, every word, in my letter, to the PresidentĪnd y'all wonder when it's gon' get better Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart failīut y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale President, it's evident, nobody really careįor a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glowĬadres of coppers patrol us like we some animalsĪnd it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbrokeįightin' first my trained brain until it's not so
#Tupac dear mr president free
While your motherfuckin' troops keep killin' our kids, digĭumpin' with nuttin' but artillery to free us, motherfucker Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin' better Trippin' to drastic measures tryin' to get stacks of cheddar On a mission listen more chips my goal and positionįirst on my decision I realized the same nigga It's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless Under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartlessĪnd young soul bros, ready to rode a starship 'Cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out Oh, you's a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops Meant every word, in my letter to the President Get ride for M'Thulu? Like I ride for Geronimo My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit I guess it's 'cause we black that we targets Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken homeĮverybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
#Tupac dear mr president plus
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasiaĭear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kissĮach and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kickĬasualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin'ĭestination Death Row, finally found a home 'Cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops (Me and my homies is wonderin' what's goin' on, holla!) Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got electedĪin't nothin' changed, all the promises you madeīefore you got elected, they ain't came true I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
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