Dear ....
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 it 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 ur 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 ...
Where you a lonley boy
How can you say
No childe is left behinde
We´re not dumb and we´re not blind
They´re all sitting in you 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

How do you sleep while the rest of ur 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

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimun wage with a baby on the way
Rebuilding you house after the bombs took them away
Building a bd out of a cardboard bok
Let me tell you bout hard work
You don´t know nothing bout hard work

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