Dear Mr. President - Mistah F.A.B.

Dear President, on behalf of the poor

I am writin' you a letter, hope it hits your front door

If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore

You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor

Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?

At least try to explain why the police keep killin' us

Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away

On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

Dear Mr. President, I hope this missile finds you free

My intention’s not to criticize but be the sight for blind to see

Penitentiaries built up, schools steady tore down

Take the riches from the rich man, envision life poor now

Communities is filled with drugs, corners covered by the thugs

Homeless men live in the streets, no blankets, covers or rugs

Sister’s smokin' on some dope, aggravated, bein' broke

To ease the pain, needle came, now they shootin' just to cope

God hear me if you can, hopefully I can reach this man

Take a couple seconds to read my letter to the President

Mr. President, I don’t wanna cause no trouble

But then again the ghetto is the reason why we hustle

Tell us now, be for real, what’s your beef with Mexico?

You think buildin' up a wall really send a message though?

Drug prices finna soar, streets gon' get so messy, bro

Murder rate gon' rise like gas at Texaco

Dear President, on behalf of the poor

I am writin' you a letter, hope it hits your front door

If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore

You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor

Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?

At least try to explain why the police keep killin' us

Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away

On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

Obama gave us hope, he became Martin’s dream

Malcolm gave us strength 'cause we fight by any means

Huey gave us heart, take no shit from all them pigs

Marcus Garvey gave us smarts, to return to where we live

Harriet freed slaves, could freed many more

But they knew not they was slaves, as we know not we are poor

Julie Lynch rolled some paper, gave the masters master plans

Former kings of the motherland, became master’s man

All I’m sayin', Mr. President, understand we have a reason

Do not trust no more Americans in this country full of treason

Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail

Democratic or republican, still donkeys with no tail

Pen us up in jail

Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail

Democratic or republican, donkeys with no tail

Dear President, on behalf of the poor

I am writin' you a letter, hope it hits your front door

If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore

You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor

Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?

At least try to explain why the police keep killin' us

Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away

On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay