Dear President

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, they ain't came true

Tell me what to do, these niggas actin up in the hood

Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President

(Me and my homies is wonderin' what's goin on, holla!)

Tell me what to do, these niggas actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?

Niggas fell victim 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 verse'll move a mountain

Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin'

Fuck the friendships, I ride alone

Destination Death Row, finally found a home

Plus all my homies want to 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, nigga what you smokin' on?

Figure if we high they can train us

But then America fucked up and blamed up

I guess it's 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

Get ride for M'Thulu 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 niggas actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops (what should I do?)

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Oh you'se a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable

Cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out

Under the safety of darkness, amongst the crashed and the heartless

And young soul bros, ready to rode a star ship

Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless

I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that

Want to ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt

It's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work

On a mission listen more chips my goal and position

First on my decision I realized the same nigga

Trippin' to drastic measures tryin' to get stacks of cheddar

Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin' better

But you keep, tellin' us, that it is

While your motherfuckin' troops keep killin' our kids, dig

Don't be surprised if you see us

Dumpin' with nuttin' but artillery to free us, motherfucker

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Strapped and angry, with no hope and heart broke

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

It's hostile, niggas lick shots to watch the glocks glow

Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals

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

To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks

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

For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair

I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale

So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail

But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share

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

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

I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his 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

Shit is still fucked up y'all

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

And it ain't gon' get better

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin' up

Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly

I want to meet the President, but will he meet me?

He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga

We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin'

How hypocritical is Liberty?

That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me

My history, full of casket and scars

My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars

And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard

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

Somewhere in the middle of my mind

Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin' let him die

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

Lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs

Down to die, for everything 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' fo'?

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 to the daylight

We might change and rearrange if you do somethin'

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

And I meant every word in my letter to the President

Word motherfuckin' life

Fuck this nigga think?

Cuttin' taxes, takin' off welfare

We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin'?

Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin'?

Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga

We fin' to hustle till we come up

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. Clinton, shit

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 little niggas on these streets get a piece

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

So why don't you help a nigga out?

Sayin' you cuttin' welfare

That got us niggas on the street, thinkin' who in the hell care?

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

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

What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?

We ain't stupid

Think you got us lookin' to lose

Tryin' to turn all us young niggas into troops

You want us to fight your war

What the fuck I'm fightin' for?

Shit, I ain't got no love here

I ain't had a check all year

Taxin', all the blacks and

Police beatin' me in the streets, fuck peace

These niggas actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops