Letter To The President (Explicit) - 2Pac (图派克)/The Outlawz/Big Skye Written by:Unknown 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