affroman
09-27-2006, 12:45 PM
Hello everybody, My name is Jamal. I have been a guest on here for a long time. I'm a big mogul fan. I wanted to see what people thought of my poetry.
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies slanging and robbing
Caught a misdameanor felonies
We cant survive it
And three strikes brothers out it
But we dont give a **** cause brothers down here bout it bout it
One nation in god we trust
But then you say Saddam ain't gon mess with us
Now you see how we feel
brothers set trip, ride and gang bang
Thats how they get killed
You run from the press
We run from killers and jackers
And wear bullet proof vest
Some say the president like weed and hoes
Down here it's young brothers riding sixes with o's, got
Terrorist wantin to blow you away,
I got brothers in the ghetto wantin to take my place
You got secret service
Roamin the streets
I got a bunch of brothers ridin with me
Dear mr. president (mr.president)
My letter to the president, the president
Dear mr president
Mama just lost her job
Daddy just got paid, coming home he was robbed
Landlord giving us three days to disappear
Santa Claus missed our house this year
You got the white house
Protected by the goverment killers
We got the crack house
Protected by them neighborhood dealers
Opportunity ain't never knocked
And they be locking brothers up for slangin petty rocks
If you could answer my questions i wouldn't stress
That's why a brothers smoke crack, snort coke
And hit the weed when they stress me
brothers die in the ghetto
Put they face on a shirt
White folks get killed and its a city wide search
Go and holler at a brother when you need a vote
My lil homie got twenty for weed and coke
brother cross my heart and hope to die
I'm begging for change but only you can take the tears out my people's
eyes
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies slanging and robbing
Caught a misdameanor felonies
We cant survive it
And three strikes brothers out it
But we dont give a **** cause brothers down here bout it bout it
One nation in god we trust
But then you say Saddam ain't gon mess with us
Now you see how we feel
brothers set trip, ride and gang bang
Thats how they get killed
You run from the press
We run from killers and jackers
And wear bullet proof vest
Some say the president like weed and hoes
Down here it's young brothers riding sixes with o's, got
Terrorist wantin to blow you away,
I got brothers in the ghetto wantin to take my place
You got secret service
Roamin the streets
I got a bunch of brothers ridin with me
Dear mr. president (mr.president)
My letter to the president, the president
Dear mr president
Mama just lost her job
Daddy just got paid, coming home he was robbed
Landlord giving us three days to disappear
Santa Claus missed our house this year
You got the white house
Protected by the goverment killers
We got the crack house
Protected by them neighborhood dealers
Opportunity ain't never knocked
And they be locking brothers up for slangin petty rocks
If you could answer my questions i wouldn't stress
That's why a brothers smoke crack, snort coke
And hit the weed when they stress me
brothers die in the ghetto
Put they face on a shirt
White folks get killed and its a city wide search
Go and holler at a brother when you need a vote
My lil homie got twenty for weed and coke
brother cross my heart and hope to die
I'm begging for change but only you can take the tears out my people's
eyes