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 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
Were you a lonely boy?
How can you say, no child is left behind
We're not dumb, and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
while you pave the road to hell
What kind of father might 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 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?
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Re-building 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, hard work, hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work, hard work
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
ummm, would you.