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Dear Mr. President


Dear Mr. President , come take a walk whit me
Let’s pretend we’re just two people and you’re not better than me
I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homless on the street?
Who do you pray for a night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in a mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk whit your head held high?
Can you even look at me in the eye and tell me why?

Dear Mr. President , were you a lonely boy , are you a lonely boy?
How can you say “no child is left behind” , we’re not dumb and we are not blind
They’re all sitting in your cells while you pave the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughters right’s away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine


How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk whit your head held high?
Can you even look at me in the eye

Let me tell you ´bout hard work , minimum wage whit a baby on the way
Let me tell you ´bout hard work , rebouilding a house
After the bombs took them away, Let me tell you ´bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box, Let me tell you ´bout hard work
Hard work! Hard work!
You don’t know nothing ´bout hard work
Hard work! Hard work!


How do you sleep at night , how do you walk whit your head held high
Dear Mr. President You’d never take a walk whit me , hmm would you ?