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Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions
if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say No when a child is left behind
We're not dum and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine
Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you?!
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions
if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say No when a child is left behind
We're not dum and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine
Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you?!
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