[Joell Ortiz:]
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Yaa Waa,
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What's up future president my name is Joell Ortiz
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And I'm the voice of the underdogs in the hood so
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I wanted to write this letter to you, to see what u thought
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[Joell Ortiz:]
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Dear future president
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I grew up with no brothers and sisters
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And my moms was on public assistance
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And her husband was missing
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She developed this disguisting addiction that had her on Some of the ugliest missions
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So she missed some appointments
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She was supposed to keep my coverage consistant
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I was a chronic asthmatic
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Huffin, puffin and whistling
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Can't get a breath, I wished for death
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It hurt my chest when I coughed
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Ooh yeah, I'm from the projects of New York
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We love baketball
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But last summer my boy got left on the court
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Some kid reached next to his shorts and put some lead in his thoughts
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And the murder's moms, she jetted from court
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Her only son had 18 years in the street he livin the rest up north
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My other homie sellin crack, he always tell me it's wack
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Everyday he filling out apps but they don't call him back
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Backround check spotted his felony, but that aighnt fair
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You make a mistake, you can't fix it man this world don't care
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That's how he feel and he got bills so he movin them krills
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Livin life over his shoulder, boys in blue on his heels
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His little sister, man she grown, she done threw on dem heels
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Exotic dancing on a pole look what she do for a bill
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Took one of them little boys backstage persuing a thrill
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Caught that thing now everyday she wake up doing them pills
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I get mad when I see what other artists do with a mil
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With a couple g's I bought my p's a few computers for real
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Ya'll done forgot where ya came from, have you no honor?
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Only thing that change do is causing you more drama
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Here's a couple wise words from the dude that go Yaa Waa
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It's time for a change and that change is Obama
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Dear future president
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I hope you heard this letter and do some things to make sure the next one I'm writing is better
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Peace!
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[Dante Hawkins:]
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It's been a story of survival
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Poverty and sorrow
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And the question is;
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Can you hold on till tomorrow (can you hold on)
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And when tomorrow comes won't it be much better?
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So Mr. Future President please open up this letter
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Letter To Obama
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Joell Ortiz |