Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas 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
[2Pac]
Tell me what to do, these niggaz 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 niggaz actin up in the hood
Send mo` troops..
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggaz 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 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, 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 niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troops
(What should I do?)
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz ac
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