Still I Rise

Uhh.. dear Mr. President<br>Whas happenin?<br>I`m writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood<br>Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected<br>Ain`t nothin changed<br>All the promises you made, before you got elected..<br>.. they ain`t came true<br><br>[2Pac]<br>Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood<br>Send mo` troops, dear Mr. President<br> (Me and my homies is wonderin what`s goin on.. holla!)<br>Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood<br>Send mo` troops..<br><br>Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?<br>Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized<br>Simply by spittin I`ve been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious<br>cause I`m seldom in the company of bitches<br>Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss<br>each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick<br>My heaviest verse`ll move a mountain<br>Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin<br>Fuck the friendships, I ride alone<br>Destination Death Row, finally found a home<br>Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia<br>Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely<br>yours I`m a thug, the product of a broken home<br>Everybody`s doped up, nigga what you smokin on?<br>Figure if we high they can train us<br>but then America fucked up and blamed up<br>I guess it`s cause we black that we targets<br>My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit<br>In case you don`t know, I let my pump go<br>Get ?ride for? Mutulu like I ride for Geronimo<br>Down to die, for everything I represent<br>Meant every word, in my letter to the President<br><br>Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troops<br> (What should I do?)<br>Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troops<br><br>[E.D.I. Amin]<br>Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable<br>cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out<br>under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless<br>and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship<br>Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless<br>I gotta get chips, but you can`t understand that<br>Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt<br>It`s the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work<br>On a mission listen more chips my goal and position<br>First on my decision I realized the same nigga<br>Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar<br>Muh`fuckers hate cops, wait it ain`t gettin better<br>But you keep, tellin us, that it is<br>while your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, dig<br>Don`t be surprised if you see us<br>Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker<br><br>Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troops<br>Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troops<br><br>[Kastro]<br>Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke<br>Fightin first my trained brain until it`s not so<br>It`s hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow<br>Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals<br>And it ain`t no peace, my peace a piece on my streets<br>to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks<br>Mr. President, it`s evident, nobody really care<br>for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair<br>I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale<br>So I`ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail<br>But y`all play fair, give me and mine, I`ll share<br>Til y`all show us you care, it`s gon` be mayhem out here<br>Me and these 223`sll freeze the biggest with ease<br>I`m still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees<br>and I`ve been born to represent, for that I`ve been heaven sent<br>And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President<br><br> Shit is still fucked up y`all<br> And y`all wonder when it`s gon` get better<br> and it ain`t gon` get better<br><br>[2Pac]<br>Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troops<br>Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up..<br><br>Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly