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 in the mirror? Are
you proud? How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How
do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look
me in the eye And tell me why? Dear Mr. President, Were you
a lonely boy? Are 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? And what
kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine. How do
you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a
mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with
your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye? Let
me tell you 'bout hard work Minimum wage with a baby on
the way Let me tell you 'bout hard work Rebuilding your
house after the bombs took them away Let me tell you
'bout hard work Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work Hard work Hard work You
don't know nothing 'bout hard work Hard work Hard
work Oh How do you sleep at night? How do you walk with
your head held high? Dear Mr. President, You'd never
take a walk with me. Would you?
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