This song is for my mama,
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This song is for you.
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Hey Mr. President,
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Tomorrow Ia€™m paying my rent
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My Fuel is runnina€™ low
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And Ia€™ve got places to go
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Quit slowina€™ me down
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Can we talk about the education of our children?
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A book is worth more than a bomb any day
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And remember a mirror to Africa
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Who will bring the cure before ita€™s too late.
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Dona€™t you see the hurt in their eyes?
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So much disappointment in many faces
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Use your heart and not your pride
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We cana€™t go on and keep pretending
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Please Mr. President
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Wherea€™s all the money you spent,
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Food is fallin low
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And they have nowhere to go,
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Quit slowin me down.
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I ask you to have mercy on us father,
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You think we know the rules by now,
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We cana€™t go starting wars with hearts of hatred
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Out nations greed wona€™t make it better
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Or quiet the fears in our hearts
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Dona€™t you see the hurt in their eyes?
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So much Disappointment in all of their faces
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Use your heart and not your pride
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We cana€™t go on and keep pretending
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O please Mr. President
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Dear Mr. President
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I hope you got the letter I sent
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A Dollar only goes so far
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And we need help here, no matter who we are
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See we come from different worlds and different places
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Until therea€™s one great land, one nation under god,
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Times are getting harder and we need you to be like Moses
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And lead your people through
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Please be careful, Be Careful,
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of what you do, what you do
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Mr. President
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| Janelle Monae |
