Kiana Ledé – Dear Mr. President (Audio, Lyrics)

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Kiana Ledé Dear Mr. President

Like millions of other American citizens, Kiana Ledé has a few questions for Donald Trump. The R&B singer recently released her album KIKI, but the songstress returns with a single that is focused on the current political and social climate in the United States. Kiana, like the rest of the world, has either participated in or watched as people have protested in their city’s streets or taken over social media with calls of policy reform in an effort to gain equality and equity for all.

The singer shared “Dear Mr. President,” a song that is stripped down of over-production as Kiana Ledé delivers a straightforward, intimate track speaking directly to the President of the United States. She asks Trump if he’s even concerned about the citizens he’s supposed to serve and in the accompanying video, Kiana shares clips of recent protests that show how unified people have been to see real change in America.

Kiana Ledé – Dear Mr. President

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Lyrics

[Intro]
No justice, no peace
No justice, no peace
No justice, no peace
No justice, no peace
No justice, no peace

[Verse 1]
Dear Mr. President, come take a walk with me
Let’s pretend we’re just two people and
You’re not better than me
I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

[Chorus]
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
And tell me why?

[Verse 2]
Dear Mr. President
Are you a lonely boy? (Are you a lonely boy?)
Are you a spoiled boy? (Are you a spoiled boy?)
How can you say that no child is left behind?
We’re not dumb, and we’re not blind
You sent their parents to different places
Then left them sitting in your cages
What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away?
What kind of man thinks a marriage isn’t right if you are gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
Does she only talk, when she copies it all?

[Chorus]
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

[Bridge]
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Can’t afford the cast so you live with the pain
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Hard work, hard work
You don’t know nothing ’bout hard work
Hard work, hard work
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, woah

[Outro]
How do you sleep?
Dear Mr. President
You’d never take a walk with me
Would you?