Dear Mr. President [bad word] 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 [bad word] 

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 [bad word] 
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say  [bad word] 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 
Would you