Dear Mr. President - Everlast, Mobb Deep, B-Real

Dear Mr. President, the world has gone astray

Brothers are dying, they won’t live to see today

Was it all worth it, you had to lie to get your way

Blood’s thicker than water, what a price we had to pay

Dear Mr. President, you and your friends you are crooks

Selling out the poor man, the soldiers lives are took

I can’t see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. bush

Death and deception it’s the brew the devil cooks

Dear Mr. President you had a vendetta

Get Saddam by any means and make man chedda

In 4 years you grow 600 million

The bush family

Oil tycoons they’re worth billions

You even pissed on the public for the cash

You started a deadly war and hiked up the gas

Thats cuz your real pay check comes from OPEC

Do the Bin Ladens also send endorsement

K to the r to the s to the one

My condolences to those that lost their son

Maybe they lost their daughter when the crossed them borders

Baby im here for ya, it’s the new world order

Times gettin shorta when the primes gettin longer

Im hot in the sauna when I blow low on ya

Im in California but im on every corna

KRS fredwreck

Never say we neva warned ya

Conscious lyrics its time for a little bit

Ya hear how im spittin it

Noone is innocent

East coast oppression yeah

West coast is livin it the east coast is givin it

Every time we say that fast cash we gettin it

Every time we diss our future with our kids in it

Every time we push the fly rise they slaven ya

Soon we’ll be rapping for Saudi Arabia

Dear Mr. President

The world has gone astray

Brothers are dyin

They won’t live to see today

Was it all worth it

You had to lie to get your way

Bloods thicker than water

What a price we had to pay

I told ya’ll niggas it’s a war outside

But these niggas don’t listen till the missiles start to fly

America ain’t nothin but the fantasy life

But the end 'll soon come for this bull shit life

Hold up before that come I gotta get mine

Cuz money is all that matters at the present time

Fuck the war in Iraq

Our was to survives right here in the hood

In the New York times

These dudes blowin up shit to no avail

Fuck that id rather rot in jail

Show yall better than I can tell

I ain’t buying what them senators sell

While they passing them bills we living in hell

War we all enlisted

Business and pleasure?

The next ex-prez don’t know the difference

Strategic plannin, my city’s in panic

Propaganda spread, the truths kept candid

When push comes to shove and shove to push

We in the same corner sayin buck fush

Its evidence they’ll remember the name

Its fredwreck, west coast legends of game

In a world of hate

With a round for blood

Don’t cooperate

We’ll just shoot you up

Its blood on all our hands

Its blood on all our hands

Its blood on all our hands

In a world of sin, where they honor greed

Can’t no-one win, 'till they conquer need

Its blood on all our hands

Its blood on all our hands

Its blood on all our hands

I already got enough on my mind to be stressin

And now I can’t even watch the news its depressin

I see em battle through Saddam’s hood with smith n wessens

And droppin all kind of bombs with aggression

Mama… my prayer for someone to hold ya

While I pull out a lewie for the fallen soldiers

Its best to turn to the lord for hes the best to consol ya

And thats the realest thing mack 10 eva told ya

It have anything to do with no… grippin

Them dude lost their lives oversees pistol grippin

Sendin youngsters to Iraq to leave blood drippin

And they wanna lock up my hommies for set trippin?

It didn’t have nothin to do with no… hood crippin

Them dude lost their lives oversees pistol grippin

Sendin youngsters to Iraq to leave blood drippin

And they wanna lock up my hommies for set trippin?

Mr President

I ain’t hesitant

I fly this kite up on behalf of… and my resident

Blue collar taxpayers henni drinkers

Holdin my nuts in the ghetti givin you the middle finger

Fuck war, for years we’re been ignored

And when its time for war it’s the only time you fuck with the poor

Land of the free but I don’t see no sunshine

Just niggas and latinos in the front line

United States?, naw united snakes

Where they cast the black folk silent and our votes don’t count

But we still keep poking em try to vote

But like the public enemy logo, you keepin niggas in the niper scope

Make methrow my hands up and wanna holla

Bush gettin power

All of a suden go down the twin towers

Daddy must have passed the word down

Guess its true what they say

Gangtas make the world go round

The only good bush is the one you fucked last night

Not the one who sends your brothers off to war and fight

You have smokin…

For the blind… and…

How many more years we accept lies and cry tears

They sell beers to the masses

Just so they can justify all the fucked up factions

By elections avoid any questions

Give fake answers: America’s cancer

The little puppet with tangled strings

I think he forgot the value of a human being

Maybe he never knew or never gave a shit

But he can send us all off and do his bravery bit

Treating people like pawns for the checkmate with the campaign

Begging people will you please reelect me

Get him outta here, you must learn

You’re a fool if you want the fucker one more term

Get him out