Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me,
Let's pretend.. We're just two people and you're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look at mirror?
Are you pround?
How do sleep while tha rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother as no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look in me, in the eye and tell me why?
Dear Mr. Presidente
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
What kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were a gay?
I can only imagine what the first-lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine
Let me tell you about hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me teel you about hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you about hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you about hard work
Hard Work
Hard Work
You don't know nothing about hard work
Hard Work..
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. Presidente
You'd never come take a walk with me..
Would you?
