Letter To Obama Lyrics

[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

My other homie sellin crack, he always tell me it's wack

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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