Shear Genius Productions - Dear President Emmert (Shamed by Shabazz) lyrics

Intro: The say in a country well functioning Poverty is something to be ashamed of They say that in a country badly governed Wealth and inequality is something to be ashamed of Dear Mr. President... The have-nots got a couple questions for you... Verse 1: Dear President Emmert, I got a couple questions for ya If learning last a lifetime I got a couple lessons for ya Life's stresses got me running like a nose bleed With more of me in prison than in college Where I'm suppose to be? Mr. President We don't want to sell d** We don't want to gang bang But this is what poverty does Where I'm from you say nothing or you speak truth How come you only love us when it's football or playing hoop? See sir It seems like more than just a trend to me We make the school millions And still leave out here with no degree Feel like a million hands holding me Play my music loud and got your punk cops scolding me Season start They shake my hand Now they knowing me Season over Now them muthaf**as back to groping me See sir I know your cops hate my Hip Hop Sell us down sh**'s creek Then ride by us on your yatch The Pope's a Nazi Gregiore in her wonder years Join a racist organization How Can I not wonder here? Mr. President help out your community You claim it in your mission statement Homie, it's just you and me You and we cuz the have-nots are wondering $100 million last year Tell us where the money went! What if I decide that I don't want to play ball? Will I still be treated the same? Or end up working the mall? Mr. President, if this sh** be all lies Hands on your Bible Cross your heart and hope to die! Song Written & Published by A.S.H.E.S the Chosen, The Writer's Room 412, and Stampede Music Publishing