Hey Guys, I Just Wrote My First Song And Think It Turned Our Pretty Well. Give Me Feed Back On What You Think And What Should Be Changed. I Only Have Two Verses Right Now And A Chorus But Its A Start.
Chorus-20 Seconds:mr.president Get Your Mind Right Quick//
Think About The Position You Laying These People
In//they Aint Got No Life//they Livin In Trife//
And All You Had To Do Is Payed Attention And Tryed//
But Now Its To Late//so You Aint Gettin Forgivin//
In My Eyes// You Makin Us Live A Lie//
The Question Is Why//i Aint Surpirsed/i Saw This Day
Comin It Just Took Some Time//
Verse 1-take A Minute To Agnolage The Pain//
It Dont Take A Scientist Just Use Your Brain//
We Got Brothas On The Street Still Slangin That Cain//
And Remember September 11th What About The Planes?//
Mr.president Im So Confused//in A Way I Feel Like Im Gettin Used//
And In My Mind More Like Abused//we All Know Bush Be In White House Enthused//
Mr.president You Actin A Fool//so Man On Up And Be More Real//these People
Need More Than Just Three Hot Meals//so Protect New Orleans// Like They A King//
And Let The Angels Sing//they Humanbeins//just Like You And I So Why Make Them Fein//
For What They Need//you Seem More Greedy//than A Leader In Our Communitys//
So Give Them The Opportunity//and Stop Being A Punk//and Give On Up//
Because We've Heard You'r Stories And Know That You Bluff//you Should Be Cuffed//
But Thats My Opinion But Should Be A Must//trust Me If I Had The Power//
I'd Throw Up Bucks To Those In-need Like The Twin Towers//
Chorus-20 Seconds:mr.president Get Your Mind Right Quick//
Think About The Position You Laying These People
In//they Aint Got No Life//they Livin In Trife//
And All You Had To Do Is Payed Attention And Tryed//
But Now Its To Late//so You Aint Gettin Forgivin//
In My Eyes// You Makin Us Live A Lie//
The Question Is Why//i Aint Surpirsed/i Saw This Day
Comin It Just Took Some Time//
Verse 2-mr.president//look How You Treat Your Residents//
Pleasnt Yet?//naw We Still Livin In Hell Wheres Clint//
When We Need Him//we Got Hurricana Katrina//on Our Hands//
Where Was The Plan When The Storm Struck?//now Where Stuck//
In A Time Of Sorrow//just Keep Your Head Up And Pray For Them Better Days//
And Keep Your Eyes Open For Signs//for Which We Prayed//
Why Would Bush Even Lead Us The Wrong Way?//is This Slavery?//
Another Form Of Hatered B?//its Holdin Me Back//knockin Me
Off Track//its Makin Lose My Visuals To Where I Stand At//
I'm So Confused Yet I Stay True//and Whatever I Do I Gotta
Concentrate To Follow Through//because This Worlds Cold Like
The Dew//on The Grass In The Moring//this Gotta Be A Untrue//
Dream// More Like A Scheame//i Cant Figure It Out//i Guess Its
Up To The President To Find Better Sea Scouts//
To Search For A Better Route//like The Crisis Was A Drought//
I Dought//the President Will Come To His Senses He's More
Likely To Pout//
