Mr. President chords by The Grouch & Eligh

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There was an honest

Verse 1
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difference of opinion
as to how to account for
a complicated traction.
I don't want to wake up to
a bomb in my backyard
Mr. President quit talking for me
I said I shouldn't have
to be 60 and flat broke
The way it's set up ain't
looking out for me
Down to my last dollar but I still got hope
I heard the fruit falls close to the tree
I'm growing since so I
can feed my folks
That's how it's supposed to be
I work hard as a citizen in this place that I play
my bills in your fucking taxes too
Nowhere to run and it feels
like I'm giving in
The headless horse man's
time's past his due
The rich get wickeder
and the shit they try and pull
Gets slicker and sicker every day
in the name of the USA
But that don't represent us,
I must defend us
Who's shaping the world's view
on you, not you
I knew shit was fucked up
when mom's pinto blew up
And we was stuck shit out of luck,
and she worked for
them fucks
The government, full time,
couldn't afford
Half the lifestyle many live in,
I was luckier than so many kids
I'm stuck here,
but I'm blessed in the same
Not trying to complain,
just ignite thought
Not burning their flame
My rap is fair game, now share aim
And blast to make change, not main
I don't wanna wake up to
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a bomb in my backyard
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Mr. President quit talking for me
I said I shouldn't have to be
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60 and flat broke
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The way it's set up ain't
looking out for me
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Down to my last dollar, but I still got hope
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I   heard the fruit falls close to the tree
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I'm growing sin so I can feed my foes
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That's how it's supposed to be
Uncle Sam's pumping black gold
into your veins like it's heroin
Looking so bold,
attacking brains through the
government
Officials with issues
not pertinent to my everyday
Dropping bombs in the desert
all in the name of the USA
At least they can tell us the truth
on why they choose
To sacrifice the union
of our troops separating family
Man from wife,
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economy taking a nose dive
It's war time in the bush's eyes
Evil is as evil does
and eye for an eye we all comply
Watching the buildings fall
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was the beginning of the curtain call
Hurting all, standing tall
for the rolling of the bowling ball
Motivation is there for retaliation
but where is the salvation of death?
I find no comfort in the answers
as the cancer spreads wide
One man's in charge
and says he has the evil eye
We all stand at large
for crimes against humanity
American vanity,
having the average person
think that we don't deserve
another casualty
False sense of security,
shattered purity
Don't matter if you're part
of the superpower
that you are exposed
I'm proud of where I stay,
I love LA and the USA
I've been around the globe
and think there's nowhere
better than home
But if you roam around the way,
the poverty hits you hard
And you can see exactly why America
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is scarred
I don't want to wake up to
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a bomb in my backyard
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Mr. President was talking for me
I said I shouldn't have to be
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60 and flat broke
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The way it's set up ain't
looking out for me
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Down to my last dollar but I still got hope
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I   heard the fruit falls close to the tree
I'm growing since so I
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can feed my folks
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That's how it's supposed to be
It's supposed to be picket fences
but it's barbed wire
It's supposed to be apple
pie now it's mad cow
It's supposed to be baseball,
the cops swing bats now
They hit you in the face y
'all and mash out
Straight laughing,
how could any of this ever
have happened
I'm asking, the answer you get
is action like Jackson
Physical force attacks,
and where's the protection?
I've only seen the serving,
creating aversion
It's time to do some murdering,
quick, give me a turban
I'll wrap up the evidence,
throw it out the suburban
Head back to the burbs and do a sermon
Or go to the mountains and shoot vermin
I don't wanna wake up to
a bomb in my backyard
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Mr. President, quit talking for me