Letter to the President (feat. Big Skye)

Uh, dear Mr. President, what's happenin'?

I'm writin' you because shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood

Pretty much the same way right around the time when you got elected

Ain't nothin' changed

All the promises you made before you got elected (Tell me what to do)

(These **** acting up in the hood) They ain't came true

(Send more troops, dear Mr. President)

Me and my homies is wonderin' what's goin' on (Tell me what to do, these **** actin' up in the hood)

Holler

Why should I lie when I can dramatize?

**** fell victims to my lyrics, now traumatized

Simply by spittin', I've been blessed, given riches

Enemies suspicious, 'cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches

Plus the concepts I depict so visual that you can kiss

Each and every trick or bitch inside the shit I kick

My heaviest verbs will move a mountain

Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin'

Fuck the friendships, I ride alone

Destination Death Row, finally found a home

Plus some my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia

Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us

Sincerely yours, I'm a thug, the product of a broken home

Everybody's doped up

****, what you smokin' on?

Figure if we high they can train us

But then America fucked up and blamed us

I guess 'cause we black that we targets

My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit

In case you don't know, I let my pump go

Ride for Mutulu like I ride for Geronimo

Down to die for everything I represent

Meant every word in my letter to the president

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These **** actin' up in the hood (What should I do?)

Send more troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These **** actin' up in the hood

Send more troops

Oh, you's a baller in the White House

I hope you comfortable 'cause, yo, I spent my nights out

When the lights out

Under the safety of darkness amongst the crazed and the heartless

And young souls bros, ready to rode a starship

Armed shit, leave a **** flat for scratch

Regardless, I gotta get it, but you can't understand that

Wanna ban rap, stand back before you get hurt

The only thing makin' pay today besides smoke and work

On a mission, listen, must reach my goal with precision

First one of my decisions, I realized this ain't livin'

Driven to to drastic measures tryin' to get stacks and cheddar

Motherfuckers hate cops, wait, it ain't getting better

But you keep tellin' us that it is

Why your motherfuckin' troops keep killin' our kids, dead

Don't be surprised if you see us

Comin' with nothin' but artillery to free us, motherfucker

Dear Mr. President, tell us what to do

These **** actin' up in the hood

Send more troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These **** actin' up in the hood

Send more troops

Trapped and angry with no hope and heart broke

Fightin' first my trained brain until it's not so

It's hostile, **** lick shots to watch their Glocks glow

Coppers and coppers, patrol us like we was some animals

And there ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets

Just people beefin' and things tweakin' on their fiefs for weeks

Mr. President, it's evident nobody really care for us

Struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair

I was raised to raise Hell

Frail and my heart stale

Swear I'ma bring hell to Earth until my heart fail

Or y'all play fair, give me and mine our share

Till y'all show us y'all care, it's gon' be mayhem out here

Me and these .223s'll freeze the biggest with ease

I'm still a **** you fear

Bring the beast to its knees

And I've been born to represent

For that I've been heaven-sent

And I meant every word in my letter to the president

This shit is still fucked up y'all

And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better

It ain't gon' get better

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These **** actin' up in the hood

Send more troops

Dear Mr. President tell me what to do

These **** actin' up

Heavenly Father, may I holla at ya briefly?

I wanna meet the president, but will he meet me?

Is he scared to look inside the eyes of a thug ****?

We tired of being scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin'

How hypocritical was liberty?

That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me

My history full of caskets and scars, my own black nation at war

Whole family behind bars

And they wonder why we scarred

Thirteen it get hard

Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?

Somewhere in the middle of my mind

Is a **** on tight rope screamin', "Let him die"

Can't lie, I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood

Lookin' for the reason that my mama strung out on drugs

Down to die for everything that I represent

Meant every word in my letter to the president

Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin' low?

Y'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin' for?

Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid

Look what you made, little kids gettin' sprayed

Day after day and night after night

Battles and wars till the daylight

We might change or rearrange if you do somethin'

Till then we gonna keep it comin', Mr. President

And I meant every word in my letter to the president

Word motherfuckin' life, "What the fuck this **** think?"

Cuttin' taxes, takin' off welfare

We supposed to just sit here, go broke and die?

Starvin'?

Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin' scout

****, thug life

Westside, Outlaw Immortalz, ****

We finna hustle and come up

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These **** actin' up in the hood

Send more troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These **** actin' up in the hood

Send more troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These **** actin' up in the hood

Send more troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These **** actin' up in the hood

Send more troops

Dear Mr. Clinton, shit (Send more troops)

It's gettin' harder and harder for a motherfucker to make a dollar in these here streets

I mean shit

I hear you screamin' "Peace"

But we can't find peace till my lil' **** on these streets get a piece

I know you feel me 'cause you too near me not to hear me

So won't you help a **** out?

Sayin' you're cuttin' welfare

That got us **** on the street

Thinkin', "Who in the hell care?"

Shit, y'all want us to put down our Glock and our rocks

But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin' dollars

What happened to our "forty acres and a mule," fool?

We ain't stupid

Think you got us lookin' to loop

Tryin' to turn all us young **** into troops

You want us to fight your war?

What the fuck I'm fightin' for?

Shit, I ain't got no love here

Ain't had a check all year, taxes

All the blacks and police beatin' me in the streets

Fuck "peace"

These **** actin' up in the hood

Send more troops