Dear Mr. President,

To the commander in chief, you’ve got such a passion for things
But the passionate clings to misconceptions crafted beneath
Lies man handle your speech, look at the damage you bring
Death canvasses teens, tears in heaven, parents candles convene
Rainy days with broken umbrellas, slugs open up fella’s
Innocent tortured stories they tell us, the glory is yellow
Because shorties undeveloped, the morning is hella
Hot…no sleep, cold sweat shop…the sun swelters
And you stand there and smirk, without a care for their births
I’m embarrassed you jerk, damn it, where was your word?
I don’t care where you work, I just care if you work!
America’s last? Sure, since your parents come first
So I say, Mr. President, your lack of precedence
Homeland questions is, amounting but stays directionless
9/11 sectioned it, but other problems still prevalent
Iraqis question this, American’s still question it
Welfare and social security amuck, so I say what the fuck
Cheney’s corrupt, peep the Halliburton correlation you schmuck
Only done coke once? Your ape face says your still faded as fuck
Running shoes better start lacing them up, I’m chasing this duck
Not a new thing, dictate like the American Sadaam Hussein
Black gold fool’s cane, align the oil trade grouping
A powerful pool game, determines who ‘moves things’
At what price though? Got me questioning who’s sane