I'm writing you to   Catch you up on places I've been      To whom it may concern   I refuse to be another being on this earth   I'm breathing for a purpose   I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture   And I've been thinking bout you   Cause you've done such   By doing such    I get a pen and paper   Write you a letter cause you are appreciated   I'm dreaming to be great   While working on my mistakes   You promise that's change   I'm doing the same thing      Dear Mr.Obama   I'm hoping that this letter reaches you   in good spirits   Lord knows you've been busy   But I just wanna know if I speak could you listen   We in the same city I was hoping I could visit ya    If not I'm hoping that this letter could convey how I'm feeling   And you could find interest   First off congratulations on the win   It's time for some change to commence   I gotta question for you man ,   From an African American stance    Are we expecting to much from your four year plan   And what about the rappers   That happen to act like a black president   Give us a right to be assholes   You know   They say your name for attention   But little to no interest after election   or the too cheap t-shirt sellers   That's making revenue of a name we cherish   As I end this letter   One more thing you understand your impact on our race   Sincerely Wale   P.S Eh I ain't trying to nit pick   But keep them cigarettes away       I'm writing you to   Catch you up on places I've been   You have this letter    Finally got excited   But there's nothing else inside      To whom it may concern   I refuse to be another being on this earth   See I'm breathing for a purpose   I need to be the center piece of my entire culture   And I've been thinking bout you   Cause you've done such   By doing such    I get a pen and paper   Write you a letter cause you are appreciated   Like damn mama the reason I work hard   not even my favorite rapper   you was bigger than an artist      Yeah 'Pac   I was twelve when the gunned you   Wish you was around now to see what I've become see   You never had a son   As if it was a literal but ,   Years later there's still a bunch of little you's   Never seen you as lyrical   But more as a voice that the whole culture would listen to   Speakin the truth   Like only you can do   It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle   I got a question for ya   Little somethin to say   Are you still mad at Biggie ?   Are you still mad at Dre ?   And are you happy at the way your legacy portrayed ?   I'm trying to do for D.C what you did for L.A   But music today   It's getting lame for us   They chasing fame rather than making a change for us   They stop being artists   They stop being honest   They want that club shit   Ain't no more damn mama's   And you don't know me    But knowin you through music is going to change the world   In the future   Truly yours , Wale   P.S Hey how long will they mourn you forever in the day ?      I'm writing you to   Catch you up on places I've been   You have this letter    Finally got excited   But there's nothing else inside      So I'm writing you this letter   And I can only hope that you read it if you get it   Hoping if you get it that you won't ever forget it   You won't never forget it   You won't never forget it (x2)      I'm writing you to   Catch you up on places I've been   You have this letter    Finally got excited   But there's nothing else inside      I'm writing you to   Catch you up on places I've been   You have this letter    Finally got excited   But there's nothing else inside it