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