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!" --- Dear Mr. Man - Prince