Dear Mr. President

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… Are 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 pay 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 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 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, Hard work, Hard work 

You don´t know nothing bout hard work, Hard work, Hard work Oh

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?