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Dear Mr. President (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’m looking outside of my windows
The view that i see
Is a child and mama
And the child is begging for money
Tell me why, tell me why
The woman is blind is she so broke
The kid’s dealing crime
It’s such a beautiful city
But the world is burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
It’s such a beautiful city
But the world is it burning down
I go to my room to turn on the t.v
I sit myself down
And i start laughing hard
‘cause this man he’s asking for money
He sats "if you send me lots of cash i’ll send you
Stuff to make you rich fast"
It’s such a wonderful country
But the man he’s burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
It’s such a wonderful country
But the man he’s burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
And it’s burning down
And it’s called the u.s of a.
One day i’m going to have lots of money
But i’ll have to give up
For this rich society
Oh please mr. president will you lend me a future
‘cause you’ll just get it back
From the little blind woman
With the kid on the corner
And the people all over, doin’ crack
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
It’s such a wonderful country
But the man he’s burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
And it’s burning down
And it’s called the u.s of a.
I’m walking outside on a sunny day
With no one around
And i wonder what’s wrong
The i hear this loud piercing siren
Oh my god the bomb has just dropped
And everybody climbed right on top
Screaming, what a wonderful country
But the man he’s burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
It’s such a wonderful country
But the man he’s burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
And it’s burning down
And it’s called the u.s of a

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Dear Mr. President (Letra)

4 Non Blondes

4 Non Blondes

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[master p]
Dear mr. president i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies slanging and robbing
Caught a misdameanor felonies
We cant survive it
And three strikes niggas out it
But we dont give a fuck cause niggas down here bout it bout it
One nation in god we trust
But then you say saddam ain’t gon fuck with us
(ugghhhhh)
Now you see how we feel
Niggas set trip, ride and gang bang
Thats how they get killed
You run from the press
We run from killers and jackers
And wear bullet proof vest
Some say the president like weed and hoes
Down here it’s young niggas riding sixes with o’s, got
Terrorist wantin to blow you away,
I got niggas in the ghetto wantin to take my place
You got secret service
Roamin the streets
I got a bunch of no limit niggas ridin with me

(chorus)
Dear mr. president (mr.president)
My letter to the president, the president
(repeat 2x)

[mac]
Dear mr president
Mama just lost her job
Daddy just got paid, coming home he was robbed
Landlord giving us three days to disappear
Santa claus missed our house this year
You got the white house
Protected by the goverment killers
We got the crack house
Protected by them neighborhood dealers
Opportunity ain’t never knocked
And they be locking niggas up for slangin petty rocks
If you could answer my questions i wouldn’t stress
That’s why a nigga smoke crack, snort coke
And hit the weed when they stress me
Niggas die in the ghetto
Put they face on a shirt
White folks get killed and its a city wide search
Go and holler at a nigga when you need a vote
My lil homie got twenty for weed and coke
Nigga cross my heart and hope to die
I’m begging for change but only you can take the tears out my people’s eyes

(chorus) repeat four times