Letter to the president by Jemedariflows

 Guest post by Jemedari. Lyrics to the song Mr. President. Great stuff.

Verse 1

Jina kamili wananiita Jemedari

Msanii wa kufoka nikitumia mistari

Mkaazi wa jiji, mzalendo toka tangu

Nina barua kwako, Rais. Mawazo yangu

Nianze kwa kuzusha au nianze kwa shukrani

Nikunje sura au nianze kwa utani

Nije kwa kwa kukashifu au ntoe samahani

Mi mabonga na aliye kwa usukani

Kuna mambo flani ndani nahisi kama huoni

Ama labda waona lakini wasikia soni

Thoughts za mamilioni kutoka ndani moyoni

Naja kwa zangu kasi na sipigi hata honi

Najua utasema kuna watu wanaohusika

Na mambo mengi kichwani yanakushika

Sima uwezo mimi kule bungeni kufika so

Naomba tu ukaribie speaker

Chorus

Police killings, Murders and Drug Dealings

IDPs living in rooms with no ceilings

MPs rolling in Millis with no feelings

(Excuse me. Am talking to you, Mr. President)

Teachers, Doctors striking for more pay

And money gets wasted everyday

And these things happen as you get your way

(Excuse me. Am talking to you, Mr. President)

Verse 2

Wangapi daily waanagushwa na risasi za polisi

Bila hatia, hakuna kitu wanahisi

Wangapi ni ma IDP hawana kwao

Bado twaimba ati haki iwe ngao?

Upuzi kusema “kura yangu ni sauti”

Kusimama kusema “kwa bendera nasaluti”

Maliza boot indo ninunue kabuti

Nisichafuke nikipitwa na Prado na suti

Nilisoma kusoma, nipite nipate kazi

Nipige mchanga, nichange za kukomboa wazazi.

Nile kula kushiba, ‘kibaki iwe ni akiba

Hepa miba, nikirudi mchangani iwe ni msiba

Vile nacheki mwananchi ndo huumia.

Pata hamsini maisha inataka mia

Kazi si kazi, kuishi ni kazi pia

Daktari walishagoma huna hope ukizimia!!!

Verse 3

Forget the president, this is for all leaders

Forget the writer, this is for all readers

Forget the speaker, this is for all heeders

Am talking to the living souls of all bleeders

Forget rapping, assume am just talking

Forget about talking the talk and start walking

Forget the facebook updates and twitter mentions

Walk up to your local leader and ask (ask)

-Show me where the road is, tell me where’s the water?

Show me the land, where are you taking the squatters?

Show me the school? Where are you building the quarters?

Show me the jobs you promised sons and daughters

Realize, Change is my mission

Realize, my vote is my decision

Realize, my living is my heaven

And am a Kenyan, 24-7…

Chorus

Police killings, Murders and Drug Dealings

IDPs living in rooms with no ceilings

MPs rolling in Millis with no feelings

(Excuse me. Am talking to you, Mr. President)

Teachers, Doctors striking for more pay

And money gets wasted everyday

And these things happen as you get your way

(Excuse me. Am talking to you, Mr. President)

 

 Check out the audio  http://kenyanbeats.com/JEMEDARI/?song=195