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 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 c*****e

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

Would You?