Letter To The President - 2Pac (图派克)

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Uh dear Mr President what's happening I'm writing you because

Sh*t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood

Pretty much the same way right around the time

When you got elected ain't nothing changed all the

Promises you made before you got elected they ain't came true

Tell me what to do these niggaz acting up in the hood

Send mo troops dear Mr President

Tell me what to do these niggaz acting 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 spitting I've been blessed given riches

Enemies suspicious cause I'm seldom in the company of b**ches

Plus the concepts I depict so visual that you can kiss

Each and every trick or b**ch inside the sh*t I kick

My heaviest verse'll move a mountain

Casualties in mass amounts brothers keep counting

F**k 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 d**ed up ni**a what you smoking on

Figure if we high they can train us

But then America f**ked up and blamed up

I guess it's cause we black that we targets

My only fear is god I spit that hard sh*t

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 acting up in the hood send mo troops

Dear Mr President tell me what to do

These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops

Oh youse a ball in the White House I hope you comfortable

Cause yo I spend my nights out with the lights out

Under the safety of darkness amongst the crazed and the heartless

And young soul bros ready to rode a starship

Launch it leave a ni**a flat for scratch the Godless

I gotta get chips but you can't understand that

Wanna ban rap Stand back before you get hurt

It's the only thing making pay besides smoke and work

On a mission listen more chips my goal and position

First on my decision I realized the same ni**a

Tripping to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar

Muh f**kers hate cops wait it ain't getting better

But you keep telling us that it is

While your motherf**king troops keep killing our kids dig

Don't be surprised if you see us

Dumping with nutting but artillery to free us motherf**ker

Dear Mr President tell us what to do

These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops

Dear Mr President tell me what to do

These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops

Strapped and angry with no hope and heartbroke

Fighting first my trained brain until it's not so

It's hostile niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow

Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals

And it ain't no peace my peace a piece on my streets

To people beefing and things squeaking on they beefs for weeks

Mr President it's evident nobody really care

For a struggle out the gutter twenty two with gray hair

I was raised to raise hell frail and my heart stale

So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail

But yall play fair give me and mine I'll share

Til yall show us you care it's gong be mayhem out here

Me and these two two three sll freeze the biggest with ease

I'm still a ni**a you fear bring the beast to his knees

And I've been born to represent for that I've been heaven sent

And I meant every word in my letter to the President

Sh*t is still f**ked up yall

And you'll wonder when it's gong get better

And it ain't gong get better

Dear Mr President tell me what to do

These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops

Dear Mr President tell me what to do

These niggaz acting up

Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly

I wanna meet the President but will he meet me

He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Ni**a

We tired of being scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealing

How hypocritical is Liberty

That blind b**ch ain't never did sh*t for me

My history full of casket and scars

My own black nation at war whole family behind bars

And they wonder why we scarred thirteen looking hard

Sister had a baby as an adolescent where was God

Somewhere in the middle of my mind

Is a ni**a on the tightrope screaming let him die

Can't lie I'm a thug drowning in my own blood

Looking for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs

Down to die for everything I represent

Meant every word in my letter to the President

Blacks is broke think it's a joke that we living low

Yall sniffing blow and posting what they hitting fo

Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid

Look what you made little kids getting sprayed

Day after day and night after night battles and wars to the daylight

We might change and rearrange if you do something

Til then we gonna keep it coming Mr President

And I meant every word in my letter to the President

Word motherf**king life f**k this ni**a think

Cutting taxes taking off welfare

We sposed to just sit here go broke and die starving

This motherf**ker's crazier than motherf**king

Ni**a this thug life westside outlaw immortalz ni**a

We fing to hustle til we come up tell me what to do

These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops

Dear Mr President tell me what to do

These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops

Dear Mr President tell me what to do

These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops

Dear Mr President tell me what to do

These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops

Dear Mr Clinton sh*t

It's getting harder and harder for a motherf**ker

To make a dollar in these here streets

I mean sh*t I hear you screaming peace

But we can't find peace

Til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece

I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me

So why don't you help a ni**a out

Saying you cutting welfare that got us niggaz on the street

Thinking who in the hell care

Sh*t you'll want us to put down our glocks and our rocks

But you'll ain't ready to give us no motherf**king dollars

What happened to our forty acres and a mule fool

We ain't stupid think you got us looking to lose

Trying to turn all us young niggaz into troops

You want us to fight your war what the f**k I'm fighting for

Sh*t I ain't got no love here I ain't had a check all year

Taxing all the blacks and police beating me in the streets

F**k peace

These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops troops troops