Letter To The President Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

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 

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Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss 

Each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick 

My heaviest'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 

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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' 

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