[Verse 1]
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
Tell us now, be for real, what’s your beef with Mexico?
Do not trust no more Americans in this country full of treason
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Malcolm gave us strength ’cause we fight by any means
You think buildin’ up a wall really send a message though?
President, I don’t wanna cause no trouble Mr.
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Homeless men live in the streets, no blankets, covers or rugs
Former kings of the motherland, became master’s man
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
To ease the pain, needle came, now they shootin’ just to cope
Democratic or republican, donkeys with no tail
President, if you open, can you come and sit with us? Mr.
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
Marcus Garvey gave us smarts, to return to where we live
Julie Lynch rolled some paper, gave the masters master plans
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
Pen us up in jail
Murder rate gon’ rise like gas at Texaco
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
But they knew not they was slaves, as we know not we are poor
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
Penitentiaries built up, schools steady tore down
[Verse 2]
Huey gave us heart, take no shit from all them pigs
[Chorus]
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
Harriet freed slaves, could freed many more
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
Drug prices finna soar, streets gon’ get so messy, bro
Communities is filled with drugs, corners covered by the thugs
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore

Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
God hear me if you can, hopefully I can reach this man
Take a couple seconds to read my letter to the President
My intention’s not to criticize but be the sight for blind to see
Democratic or republican, still donkeys with no tail
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door

President, if you open, can you come and sit with us? Mr.
Sister’s smokin’ on some dope, aggravated, bein’ broke

At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Obama gave us hope, he became Martin’s dream
[Chorus]
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay
President, if you open, can you come and sit with us? Mr.
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

Dear Mr. President, I hope this missile finds you free
But then again the ghetto is the reason why we hustle
President, understand we have a reason All I’m sayin’, Mr.
Take the riches from the rich man, envision life poor now