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Dear mr president
Letter from a resident
Why the judges lockin' up my people without evidence
Who are they to tell us we ain't equal in intelligence

teather
My baby my angel
I change up her drip all white Gucci sweater
She took the time for da crime I'm writing a letter
Water everywhere on me I weather

know
The struggle continues
R.I.P to the great Nelson Mandela
R.I.P to President Mugabe
I would like to introduce you to Africa's lost Monarch
He goes by

president on a platform, West
Yeah, he was an expansionist
Texas and Oregon, basically the continent is American by right
54 40 or fight
It didn't matter what

Who's Tha Man

MC Eiht

Last Man Standing

1997

Federalies gaffling up so keep it tight
These songs to do wrong so fuck being right
Late night hype's the fiends
Nobody serves 'em better to the letter
We

to the script been putting in time took a Lot to get here
I'm going all in I'm taking the risk I'd be damn to get Stopped by some fear
I had to lose friends had

presidents
People gloves on lover letter my eagle
And I can make the pelican
Fly I’m text my people
I still got the work you
Want it come Holla fam
I’m talking

They keep starting to astound us

Lucky us we didn't blow up in our twenties
The money by them was panties
We were chipping ramps to Grammys their life

top tens weren't reckless
I was just in Manhattan, I'm movin with my bretheren
Chasing deads, I'm more for president, shit I mighta quit
I'm surprised I

offended by what you hear that I've written up in this letter 

Not enough kings but we got us some Coretta's
Maya Angelou, Oprah's and even better 
You men

with the duece up in the sky
You don't wanna try
Smoke is what we reply
Dumping hella Os like the letter after E I
We fly under the radar
Big homies

we excelled
(Let me tell you something)
New age nemesis got the same melanin cells
We in danger
The next verse is a Revelation titled Letter

nobody's friends
Spent the rent!
You know I spent the rent
Because landlords and warlords
Ain't nobody's friends

I got a letter from the taxman
Demanding my

creativity 
What happened to metaphors and meaningful rhymes?   
"Yeah I feel ya, I think I know somebody who'll impress ya though
He goes by the name of CB

am not republican, nor democrat, nor fear (Solo)
Those lefties leaked the letter without Ford's direct consent (Loco)
Now one crazy bitch can overturn

here writing this letter to you solemnly 
But you can't even give me time or respond to me 
Not how it's supposed to be 
See I don't really even know

Clock is a ticking
Our deep help beliefs are threatened by heathens
Hippies and lefties are in the streets screamin
They've left a big crack in our glass

A letter you the president
Dealing with the feds
Everybody is a threat now
On my shades and my iPhone X
Na him popo pull my Benz up
Omo dial 911's trash

girl that make me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Just to get a peek again, she's a 10) 
Never thought she would come and work for the president
Mr.

wasn't very good
But it was his first time
In the ocean
And he was fearless
And smiling
And I smiled back

I'd been elected president
Of my high school
So

photos
Of all the artworks I'd made and kept
Since I was kid
The letters
The poems
The videos
Of performances
And then making several copies
Of the digital

alone
Pages stained with caffeine and poems
My president Black
She deserve a throne
True warrior
Moments of euphoria: Garter belt, Lobster, Belaire
Crown

a hoe better, type a bitch like a bold letter
The rari got gold leather, and it snow cheddar, hit a lick with a borretta
Shit I meant Beretta, in my fur

Never could think of a way to make the drugs or liquor spit
Never could pave a way to make a smarter nigga fit
Making it better by writing a letter