A.S.H.E.S the Chosen - Dear President Emmert (Shamed by Shabazz) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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 drugs
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 muthafuckas back to groping me
See sir
I know your cops hate my Hip Hop
Sell us down shit’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 shit 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