letter to the president lyrics – 2pac

uhh. dear mr. president
whas happenin?
i’m writin you because, sh*t is still real f*cked 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
***me and my homies is wonderin’…what’s goin on?
holla…

[2pac]
tell me what to do, these n*gg*z actin up in the hood
send mo’ troops, dear mr. president
(me and my homies is wonderin what’s goin on. holla!)
tell me what to do, these n*gg*z actin up in the hood
send mo’ troops.

why should i lie, when i can dramatize?
n*gg*z 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 b*tches
plus the concepts i depict, so visual, that you can kiss
each and every trick or b*tch, inside the sh*t i kick
my heaviest verse’ll move a mountain
casualties in m*ss amounts, brothers keep countin
f*ck 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, n*gg* what you smokin on?
figure if we high they can train us
but then america f*cked up and blamed us
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 n*gg*z actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
(what should i do?)
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n*gg*z actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

[e.d.i. amin]
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 n*gg* 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 n*gg*
trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
muh’f*ckers hate cops, wait it ain’t gettin better
but you keep, tellin us, that it is
while your motherf*ckin troops keep killin our kids, dig
don’t be surprised if you see us
dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherf*cker

dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n*gg*z actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n*gg*z actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

[kastro]
strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
fightin first my trained brain until it’s not so
it’s hostile, n*gg*z 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, n*body really care
for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
i was raised to raise h*ll, frail and my heart stale
so i’ma bring h*ll 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 223’sll freeze the biggest with ease
i’m still a n*gg* 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*cked up y’all
and y’all wonder when it’s gon’ get better
and it ain’t gon’ get better

[2pac]
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n*gg*z actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n*gg*z 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 n*gg*
we tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin
how hypocritical is liberty?
that blind b*tch 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 lookin hard
sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was god?
somewhere in the middle of my mind
is a n*gg* 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

[big syke]
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
hehe
and i meant every word in my letter to the president

[2pac]
word motherf*ckin life
f*ck this n*gg* think?
cuttin taxes, takin off welfare
we ‘sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
motherf*ckers crazier than a motherf*ckin scout
n*gg* this thug life, westside outlaw immortalz n*gg*
we fin’ to hustle til we come up

dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n*gg*z actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n*gg*z actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n*gg*z actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n*gg*z actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

dear mr. clinton, sh*t
it’s gettin harder and harder for a motherf*cker
to make a dollar in these here streets
i mean sh*t, i hear you screamin peace
but we can’t find peace
til my little n*gg*z 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 n*gg* out?
sayin you cuttin welfare
that got us n*gg*z on the street, thinkin who in the h*ll care?
sh*t, y’all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
but y’all ain’t ready to give us no motherf*ckin 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 n*gg*z into troops
you want us to fight your war
what the f*ck i’m fightin for?
sh*t, 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
f*ck peace

these n*gg*z actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

/ 2pac lyrics