[Chorus]

What's wrong with the world today?

Things just gotta get better

Sure ain't what the leaders say

Maybe we should write a letter

[Verse 1]

Say 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 your birth

Who said

That to kill is a sin

Then started every single war

That your 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 old hole

In the ozone?

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

Listen, ain't no sense in voting

Same song with a different name

Might not be in the back of the bus

But it sure feels just the same

Ain't nothing fair about welfare

Ain't no assistance in AIDS

Ain't nothing affirmative about your actions

'Til the people get paid

Your thousand years are up

Now you gotta 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 to end this letter with three words

"We tired'a y'all!"

Tired, tired

So tired

Mr. Man