T.R.A.Y. "Dear Dr. King" Lyrics
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Artist: T.R.A.Y. (Travell Rhythm And You)
Album: So Midwest
Dear Martin Luther, I mean Dr. King
I'm paying my respect cuz I know you had a dream
Although you didn't live, to see it to fruition
In 2008 we all came to see your vision
We voted for the president, a African American
I'm grateful cuz I'm proud of him, not because im arrogant
May be its ironic or symbolic to our fate
That it took a man from
I'd rather be real then politically correct
So I say how I feel, people still be upset
I don't see why, but never mind I guess
Its harder to remember than it is to forget
By the way, We did find James Earl Ray
But he said he didn't do it til he died in 98
So we'll never know what happen that day
On the balcony, April 4th 1968
I know you fought hard for my rights
And it costs me nothing, cuz you paid with ya life
I thank you for giving black history a lesson
So I wrote this letter to update you on the present
The people wanted change, but Bush didn't agree with us
Luckily the "O factor" took over the media
It started out in
and ended republicans who then turned to democrats
(Talking)
Well… Bush Got elected, despite how I was feelin
One year later, a plane hit a building
A lot of people died, we blamed Osama
Then we went to war and we started more drama
The war was on terror so we had to attack
Then we sent a whole bunch of soldiers to
To find these so called "weapons of destruction"
But Bush used that, as a method of corruption
The bad news is, people's kids got slain
The Good news is, well we did find Hussein
We found him in a ditch, even though we wasn't lookin
Celebrated, then told the U.N. to book em.
So they took em, but the war wasn't over
It would be a long time fore we got to see our soldiers
Bush wasn't having it, no one could save us
He told us we had to find the leader of Al-Qaeda
That was Bin Laden, but he still missin
So we began to question the purpose of the mission
Some say its oil, it gota be the gas
With the OPEC monopoly the economy could crash
(Talking)
Dr. King… Ya boy been stressin
All of these events have, led to a recession
And its depressing, Sort of like a drout
Now people homeless who couldn't keep they house
The unemployment line full of people on welfare
And old folks, who need work to pay for healthcare
I thank god I aint never need a wheelchair
But sometimes I do, wonder why I'm still here
Most be a purpose, was it an accident
Or did I get my way with words on purpose
If it's a gift, I have yet to reap the benefits
But that's cool Dr. King… let me finish this
I cant trip, at least I get to vote now
At least we gota new president to give us hope now
At least I can walk out in
And be recognized for the content of my character
At least if I ever have kids
I can share my history and tell em, what you did
In the same sentence say, you can be anything
The president, a doctor, and a king
Like you no matter what people say
And that's why I wrote this… sincerely T.R.A.Y.
