Dear Mr. Clinton, s**t
It’s gettin harder and harder for a motherf**ker
to make a dollar in these here streets
I mean s**t, I hear you screamin peace
But we can’t find peace
til my little ni**az on these streets get a piece
I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don’t you help a ni**a out?Sayin you cuttin welfare
That got us ni**az on the street, thinkin who in the hell care?
s**t, y’all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
but y’all ain’t ready to give us no motherf**kin dollars
What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain’t stupid
Think you got us lookin to lose
Tryin to turn all us young ni**az into troops
You want us to fight your war
What the f**k I’m fightin for?
s**t, I ain’t got no love here
I ain’t had a check all year
Taxin, all the blacks and
police beatin me in the streets
f**k peace

Tupac Amaru Shakur