Prince Ea - Letter 2 The President (To: Obama, From: The People) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Prince EA]
My name is Richard Williams
I am 23 years old
I'm a citizen of the United States of America
And this message is for our president

[Verse 1: Prince EA]
Mr. President, Mr. President, I got a few questions if
You let me ask them, this situation is delicate
So please answer without, checking with your delegates
Or pandering an election rhetoric, yesterday I turned my TV on
And saw you an Romney in this long race
Every political pundet wondering, what is our faith
See y'all both make a strong case
But sometimes I think this country, might be going the wrong way
Do we got AllState if we crash
No we in your hands Mr. President, this is your task
Cause we the people selected you
Did you forget about the decent people that elected you
I read your book on Page 63 you quoted King
But did you know the last speech he wrote before he died wasn't about a dream
It was about poverty, greed, and great despair
And he named the sermon, "Why America May Go To Hell"
We going to bail our corporations with no avail
While, working class Americans struggle, no body cares
Mr. President I beg your pardon
But I don't wanna hear that circular motion, we ain't in that oval office
We can't talk economy until we talk greed
Until we talk poverty, and then we talk needs
Until we talk love, and then we grab each others hand and we all hug
It's all of us together, no Democrats or Republicans those are just names
To distract us from that fact that we're human beings
We want this country restored
Left or right wing, which ever you lean towards we need reform
We need more then the Supreme Court
More then a corrupt police force that abuses people without remorse
So many lost overseas we can't keep scores
It's like peace has become, just intervals between wars
See these are reasons why we fight for a cause
Fight for the country with the, stripes and the stars
Not for the legislators that, write up the laws
This is for the everyday American, why I'm writing this song to you
Have you ever had to fight for a cause
Fight for something you knew was right, but was wrong
Last night my daughter cried in my arms
Cause she knew her Daddy was trying to find a job, but it's hard
And on top of that, my best friend got life for a charge
Which is ironic Mr. Obama
I said my best friend just got life for a charge
Which is ironic, because we both might die with these bars

[BOOM: Gun]