Dear Mr. President - Kiana Ledé

No justice, no peace

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 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

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, woah

How do you sleep?

Dear Mr. President

You’d never take a walk with me

Would you?