This song is for my mama
This song is for you
Hey Mr. President
Tomorrow I’m paying my rent
My Fuel is runnin’ low
And I’ve got places to go
Quit slowin’ me down
Can we talk about the education of our children?
A book is worth more than a bomb any day
And remember Ameri to Africa
Who will bring the cure before it’s too late
Don’t you see the hurt in their eyes?
So much disappointment in many faces
Use your heart and not your pride
We can’t go on and keep pretending
Please Mr. President
worth
worlds
where
until
under
hearts
great
children
fallin
faces
hatred
please
father
before
harder
about
tomorrow
getting
better
times
africa
different
greed
disappointment
fears
letter
matter
president
dollar
mercy
money
runnin
moses
nation
nowhere
quiet
paying
people
pretending
spent
education
remember
heart
rules
starting
their
places
there
careful
think
bring
pride
through
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