Letter To the President
Dear Mr. President, shit
It's gettin harder and harder for a Punk sucker
to make a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit, I hear you screamin peace
But we can't find peace :blink: :blink:
I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me
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 niggaz into troops
You want us to fight your war
What the hell 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