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(feat. Dante Hawkins) [Joell Ortiz:] Yaa Waa, What's up future president my name is Joell Ortiz And I'm the voice of the underdogs in the hood so I wanted to write this letter to you, to see what u thought [Joell Ortiz:] Dear future president I grew up with no brothers and sisters And my moms was on public assistance And her husband was missing She developed this disguisting addiction that had her on Some of the ugliest missions So she missed some appointments She was supposed to keep my coverage consistant I was a chronic asthmatic Huffin, puffin and whistling Can't get a breath, I wished for death It hurt my chest when I coughed Ooh yeah, I'm from the projects of New York We love baketball But last summer my boy got left on the court Some kid reached next to his shorts and put some lead in his thoughts And the murder's moms, she jetted from court Her only son had 18 years in the street he livin the rest up north SongtexteMy other homie sellin crack, he always tell me it's wack Everyday he filling out apps but they don't call him back Backround check spotted his felony, but that aighnt fair You make a mistake, you can't fix it man this world don't care That's how he feel and he got bills so he movin them krills Livin life over his shoulder, boys in blue on his heels His little sister, man she grown, she done threw on dem heels Exotic dancing on a pole look what she do for a bill Took one of them little boys backstage persuing a thrill Caught that thing now everyday she wake up doing them pills I get mad when I see what other artists do with a mil With a couple g's I bought my p's a few computers for real Ya'll done forgot where ya came from, have you no honor? Only thing that change do is causing you more drama Here's a couple wise words from the dude that go Yaa Waa It's time for a change and that change is Obama Dear future president I hope you heard this letter and do some things to make sure the next one I'm writing is better Peace! [Dante Hawkins:] It's been a story of survival Poverty and sorrow And the question is; Can you hold on till tommorow(can you hold on) And when tomorrow comes won't it be much better? So Mr. Future President please open up this letter Aus Songtexte Mania