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 niggas actin up in the hood Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President (Me and my homies is wonderin' what's goin on, holla!) Tell me what to do, these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Why should I lie, when I can dramatize? Niggas 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 Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss Each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick My heaviest verse'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 want to 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 Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops (What should I do?) Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Oh you'se 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 crashed and the heartless And young soul bros, ready to rode a star ship Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that Want to ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt It's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work