Текст песни Janelle Monáe - Mr. President

Текст:

This song is for my mama, This song is for you. Hey Mr. President, 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 Mr. President 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 O please Mr. President Dear Mr. President 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

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