Dear Mr. President (feat. Emmett Van Slyke) - Decoy

Dear Mr. President, come take a walk with me (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? (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 (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 nothin' 'bout hard work, hard work, hard work 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?

No justice, no peace No justice, no peace No justice, no peace No justice, no peace 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 could 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? (Hands up! Don't shoot!) (Hands up! Don't shoot!) (Hands up! Don't shoot!) Dear Mr. President Are you a lonely boy? (Are you a lonely boy?) Are you a spoiled boy? (Are you a spoiled boy?) How can you say that no child is left behind? We're not dumb, and we're not blind You sent their parents to different places Then left them sitting in your cages What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away? What kind of man thinks a marriage isn't right if you are gay? I can only imagine what the first lady has to say Does she only talk, when she copies it all? 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 Can't afford the cast so you live with the pain 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, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh How do you sleep? Dear Mr. President You'd never take a walk with me Would you?

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?

Hey, woo Hey, woo Broken man and his wife with a child ain't got no hope Outta work outta time, old man winter's comin' on One meal ain't enough for three Is this the way its supposed to be Daddy just walked out mamma raisin' family Hey put your foot down and take a look round Don't like what you see No No No No No No Hey put your foot down and take a look round Don't like what you see No No No No No No Hey, Woo Hey, Woo Get in line there's no jobs and the kids are shootin' dope Outta work outta time mamma's startin' to lose hope, hope It ain't enough to pray When you got no place to stay Daddy just walked out mamma raisin' family. Hey put your foot down and take a look round Don't like what you see No No No No No No Hey put your foot down and take a look round Don't like what you see No No No No No No No No No Dear Mr. President There is trouble on the streets Now is the time and the test we must meet. Dear Mr. President, Take a look around Please Mr. President, Put your foot down No No No Hey, woo Hey woo

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