Mistah F.A.B. – Dear Mr. President

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

[Verse 1]
Dear Mr. President, I hope this missile finds you free
My intention’s not to criticize but be the sight for blind to see
Penitentiaries built up, schools steady tore down
Take the riches from the rich man, envision life poor now
Communities is filled with drugs, corners covered by the thugs
Homeless men live in the streets, no blankets, covers or rugs
Sister’s smokin’ on some dope, aggravated, bein’ broke
To ease the pain, needle came, now they shootin’ just to cope
God hear me if you can, hopefully I can reach this man
Take a couple seconds to read my letter to the President
Mr. President, I don’t wanna cause no trouble
But then again the ghetto is the reason why we hustle
Tell us now, be for real, what’s your beef with Mexico?
You think buildin’ up a wall really send a message though?
Drug prices finna soar, streets gon’ get so messy, bro
Murder rate gon’ rise like gas at Texaco

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

[Verse 2]
Obama gave us hope, he became Martin’s dream
Malcolm gave us strength ’cause we fight by any means
Huey gave us heart, take no shit from all them pigs
Marcus Garvey gave us smarts, to return to where we live
Harriet freed slaves, could freed many more
But they knew not they was slaves, as we know not we are poor
Julie Lynch rolled some paper, gave the masters master plans
Former kings of the motherland, became master’s man
All I’m sayin’, Mr. President, understand we have a reason
Do not trust no more Americans in this country full of treason
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Democratic or republican, still donkeys with no tail
Pen us up in jail
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Democratic or republican, donkeys with no tail

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

Mistah F.A.B. – Dear Mr. President

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

[Verse 1]
Dear Mr. President, I hope this missile finds you free
My intention’s not to criticize but be the sight for blind to see
Penitentiaries built up, schools steady tore down
Take the riches from the rich man, envision life poor now
Communities is filled with drugs, corners covered by the thugs
Homeless men live in the streets, no blankets, covers or rugs
Sister’s smokin’ on some dope, aggravated, bein’ broke
To ease the pain, needle came, now they shootin’ just to cope
God hear me if you can, hopefully I can reach this man
Take a couple seconds to read my letter to the President
Mr. President, I don’t wanna cause no trouble
But then again the ghetto is the reason why we hustle
Tell us now, be for real, what’s your beef with Mexico?
You think buildin’ up a wall really send a message though?
Drug prices finna soar, streets gon’ get so messy, bro
Murder rate gon’ rise like gas at Texaco

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

[Verse 2]
Obama gave us hope, he became Martin’s dream
Malcolm gave us strength ’cause we fight by any means
Huey gave us heart, take no shit from all them pigs
Marcus Garvey gave us smarts, to return to where we live
Harriet freed slaves, could freed many more
But they knew not they was slaves, as we know not we are poor
Julie Lynch rolled some paper, gave the masters master plans
Former kings of the motherland, became master’s man
All I’m sayin’, Mr. President, understand we have a reason
Do not trust no more Americans in this country full of treason
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Democratic or republican, still donkeys with no tail
Pen us up in jail
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Democratic or republican, donkeys with no tail

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

Swet Shop Boys – Zayn Malik

[Verse 1: Riz MC]
Shoutout to ma Ambala fam, ma diabetes fam, yeah
Oy, even hipsters ain’t safe
You gotta be careful what part of your face’s shaved
They say why is Rizy chattin’ about race
Why he breathin’ bout air just like Hari K. say
My flow like a pony tail, so when I spit on a skinhead he becomes a Hare Krishna
Keep up with your feet or get them blisters
Like you’re on the Tawaf by the Kaaba, that’s the mission
Yo, call the feds, call the papers, my youth’s gone missing
He’s gone Iraq, he gone to Syria, he didn’t listen
You got your mom in tears in Sajda Quran kissing
The politicians at the mic all bayaan giving
I pray for my nephew, I pray you’re not antagonized by all the hating and news and the shit they sanitize
Look Zayn Malik’s got more than eighty virgins on him
There’s more than one direction to get to paradise
I’m in the galaxy far away
Rizy take his hand, usually write just one bar a day
Fresh back on the boat, I’m like the brown Marcus Garvey
Chat to Persian girls like "Ba man ghaveh mikhori?"
I’m like hickory dickory, got them gyals on my brown stick like it’s licorice

[Verse 2: Heems]
Yo, yo, yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, hello, hello, hello, hello, no, no, no, no
Yo, I’m bumpin’ Andre: hey ya, hey ya
Now I’m bumpin’ chal chaaya chaaya they thuga thuga thuga thaaya thaaya
Now I’m bumpin’ Hema: now playa playa
I am a beautiful hawk, I have big wings
I want a big house, I want big rings
I am an idiot, I want big things
Akbar, Jahangir, I like big kings
I do my thing, they want to make me a prisoner
You out of place like a brown Hare Krishna
Shouts out my sister, I miss her
Shouts out your sister, I kiss her
I am a radiator, I am a toaster, I am a college dorm room poster
I am a cool guy, I’m good at rapping, get on the beat, murk it and then ask what happened

[Aziz Mian "Meh Sharabi"]