Dear Mr. Man

What's wrong with the world today?

Things just got to get better

Sho' ain't what the leaders say

Maybe we should write a letter

Dear Mr. Man

We don't understand

Why poor people keep struggling

But you don't lend a helping hand

Matthew 5:5 say,

The meek shall inherit the earth

We wanna be down that way

But you been tripping since the day of you're birth

Who said that to kill is a sin

Then started every single war

That you're people been in?

Who said that water

Is a precious commodity

Then dropped a big old black oil slick

In the deep blue sea?

Who told me, Mr. Man

That working round the clock

Would buy me a big house in the 'hood

With cigarette ads on every block

Who told me Mr. Man

That I got a right to moan?

How 'bout this big ol' hole in the ozone?

What's wrong with the world today

Things just got to get better

Dear Mr. Man, we don't understand

Maybe we should write a letter

Listen, ain't no sense in voting

Same song with a different name

Might not be in the back of the bus

But it sho' feel just the same

Ain't nothin' fair about welfare

Ain't no assistance in AIDS

Ain't nothing affirmative about you're actions

Till the people get paid

You're thousand years are up

Now you got to share the land

Section one, the fourteenth Amendment says:

No state shall deprive any person

Of life, liberty, or property

Without due process of law

Mr. Man,

We want to end this letter with 3 words

"We tired you all!"