Dear Mr. President I live in the hood
Where people live bad but say it's all good
And my homies slanging and robbing
Caught a misdemeanor feloniesWe can't survive it and three strikes niggas out it
But we don't give a fuck 'cause niggas down here 'bout it, 'bout it
One nation in God we trust
But then you say Saddam ain't gonna fuck with us
(Uh)Now you see how we feel niggas set trip, ride and gang bang
That's how they get killed you run from the press
We run from killers and jackers and wear bullet proof vest
Some say the president like weed and hoesDown here it's young niggas riding sixes with o's, got
Terrorist wantin' to blow you away
I got niggas in the ghetto wantin' to take my place
You got secret service roamin' the streets
I got a bunch of no limit niggas ridin' with meDear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The PresidentDear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The PresidentDear Mr. President, mama just lost her job
Daddy just got paid, coming home he was robbed
Landlord giving us three days to disappear
Santa Claus missed our house this yearYou got the White House protected by the government killers
We got the crack house protected by them neighborhood dealers
Opportunity ain't never knocked
And they be locking niggas up for slangin' petty rocksIf you could answer my questions I wouldn't stress
That's why a nigga smoke crack, snort coke
And hit the weed when they stress me
Niggas die in the ghetto put they face on a shirtWhite folks get killed and its a city wide search
Go and holler at a nigga when you need a vote
My lil' homie got twenty for weed and coke
Nigga cross my heart and hope to dieI'm begging for change
But only you can take the tears
Out my people's eyesDear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The PresidentDear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The PresidentDear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The PresidentDear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The President