dear mr.President, come take a walk with me let's pretend: we're just two people and u're not better than me i'd like to ask u some questions if we can speak honestly...
what do u feel when u see all the homeless on the street? who do u pray for at night before u go to sleep? what do u feel when u look in the mirror? are u proud?
how do u sleep while the rest of us cry? how do u dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? how do u walk with your head held high? can u even look me in the eye... and tell me why?
dear mr.President, were u a lonely boy? [are u a lonely boy..? are u a lonely boy..?]
how can u say "no child is left behind"?! we're not dumb and we're not blind! they're all sittin' in your cells while u pay the road to hell...
what kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?! and what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?! i can only imagine what the First Lady has to say... u've come a long way... from whiskey and cocaine!
how do u sleep while the rest of us cry? how do u dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? how do u walk with your head held high? can u even look me in the eye..?
let me tell u bout hard work: minimum wage with a baby on the way let me tell u bout hard work: rebuildin' your house after the bombs took'em away let me tell u bout hard work: buildin' a bed out of a cardboard box let me tell u bout hard work, hard work, hard work... u don't know nothin' bout hard work, hard work, hard work..! o-o-oh..!
...how do u sleep at night..? ...how do u walk with your head held high..?
dear mr.President, u'd never take a walk with me, ...would u?