Dear Mr. Predsident, Tell me what to do?

Question

Why should I lie, when I can dramatize? ni**az fell victim to my lyrics, now I'm traumatized. Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious cuz I'm seldom in the company of bi**hes. Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss each and every trick or bi**h, inside the s**t I kick. My heaviest words will move a mountain Casualties in mass amounts. Plus all my homies wanna die call it euthanasia. Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home Everybody's doped up, ni**a what you smokin on? Figure if we high they can train us but then America f**ked up and blamed us. I guess it's cuz we black that we targets. My only fear is God, I spit that hard s**t. In case you don't know, I'll let my pump go. I Ride for M'Thulu like I ride for Geronimo. Down to die, for everything I represent. Meant every word in my letter to the President

Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly? I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me? He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug ni**a. We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin. How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bi**h ain't never did s**t for me. My history, full of casket and scars.
My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars. And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God? Somewhere in the middle of my mine is a ni**a on the tightrope, screamin let him die Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood. Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs Down to die, for everything I represent. Meant every word, in my letter to the President

Dear Mr. BUSH, 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

Answer 1

what??

Answer 2

Instead of beggin' for a handout, why don't you go and learn to do something productive? Who knows, you might even feel good about yourself.

Answer 3

Sorry Santa missed yer crib last year.

Answer 4

president don't have time to tell you.

Answer 5

another poem/song?

Answer 6

you are stupid