Woorden: Janelle Monae. Metropolis: The Chase Suite. MrPresident.

This song is for my mama
This song is for you

Hey MrPresident
Tomorrow I'm paying my rent
My fuel is runnin' low
And I've got places to go
Quit slowin' me down

Can we talk about the education of our children?
A book is worth more than a bomb any day
And remember a mirror to Africa
Who will bring the cure before it's too late

Don't you see the hurt in their eyes?
So much disappointment in many faces
Use your heart and not your pride
We can't go on and keep pretending

Please MrPresident
Where's all the money you spent
Food is fallin' low
And they have nowhere to go
Quit slowin' me down

I ask you to have mercy on us, father
You think we know the rules by now
We can't go starting wars with hearts of hatred
Out nations greed won't make it better
Or quiet the fears in our hearts

Don't you see the hurt in their eyes?
So much disappointment in all of their faces
Use your heart and not your pride
We can't go on and keep pretending

Oh please, MrPresident

Dear MrPresident
I hope you got the letter I sent
A dollar only goes so far
And we need help here
No matter who we are

See we come from different worlds
And different places
Until there's one great land
One nation under God

Times are getting harder
And we need you to be like Moses
And lead your people through
Please be careful, be careful
Of what you do, what you do