Dear mr. man

What's wrong with the world 2day?
Things just got 2 get better
Sho' ain't what the leaders say
Maybe we should write a letter

Dear Mr. Man
We don't understand
Y poor people keep struggling
But U don't lend a helping hand

Matthew 5:5 say:
The meek shall inherit the earth
We wanna b down that way
But U been trippin since the day of Ur birth

Who said that 2 kill is a sin
Then started every single war
That Ur 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 Eye got a right 2 moan?
How 'bout this big ol' hole in the ozone?

What's wrong with the world 2day
Things just got 2 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 b 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 ur actions
'Till the people get paid

Ur thousand years r up
Now U got 2 share the land
Section 1, the 14th Amendment says:
No state shall deprive any person
Of life, liberty, or property
Without due process of law

Mr. Man,
We want 2 end this letter with 3 words
"We tired U'all!"