2Pac, Outlawz - Letter to the President Lyrics

Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the time
When you got elected ain't nothin' changed all the
Promises you made before you got elected they ain't came true

Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin' 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 spittin' I've been blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches

Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
Each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin'

Fuck 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 doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
Figure if we high they can train us
But then America fucked up and blamed up

I guess it's cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit
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 actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' 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 nigga 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 makin' pay besides smoke and work

On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the same nigga
Trippin' to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin' better

But you keep, tellin' us, that it is
While your motherfuckin' troops keep killin' our kids, dig
Don't be surprised if you see us
Dumpin' with nuttin' but artillery to free us, motherfucker

Dear Mr. President, tell us what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
Fightin' 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 beefin' and things, squeakin' 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 y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
'Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here

Me and these 223s'll freeze the biggest with ease
I'm still a nigga 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

Shit is still fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
And it ain't gon' get better

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' 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 Nigga
We tired of bein' scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin'

How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain't never did shit 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 lookin' hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin' let him die

Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood
Lookin' 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 livin' low?
Y'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'?
Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Look what you made, little kids gettin' sprayed

Day after day, and night after night battles and wars to the daylight
We might change and rearrange if you do somethin'
'Til then we gonna keep it comin', Mr. President
And I meant every word in my letter to the President

Word motherfuckin' life fuck this nigga think?
Cuttin' taxes, takin' off welfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin'?
This motherfucker's crazier than motherfuckin' [Incomprehensible]
Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga
We fin' to hustle 'til we come up

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. Clinton, shit
It's gettin' harder and harder for a motherfucker
To make a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit, I hear you screamin' 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 nigga out?

Sayin' you cuttin' welfare that got us niggaz on the street
Thinkin' who in the hell care?
Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin' dollars

What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain't stupid think you got us lookin' to lose
Tryin' to turn all us young niggaz into troops
You want us to fight your war what the fuck I'm fightin' for?

Shit, I ain't got no love here I ain't had a check all year
Taxin', all the blacks and police beatin' me in the streets
Fuck peace
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops