Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Louisiana Purchase, artist - Akir
Date of issue: 16.07.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Louisiana Purchase |
Yo, uhh |
Where was FEMA? |
What do they gain from Katrina? |
And why it take so long to save us but so fast to clean up? |
Who’s in charge of them green bucks? |
Cause they supposed to give survivors least two G’s plus |
I need much in answers; |
was it because, they live below standards |
and drugs ran rapid that it’s quiet up in the cabinet? |
Who was on call, did they really drop the bomb? |
Did they say it? |
We’re reminded 'bout them damn walls |
Can we call 'em levies? |
Did the water get heavy and overrun the town |
or did people come knock 'em down? |
Are they tryna help 'em out or tryna kick 'em out? |
When you see them come around to evacuate a house |
Who has insurance in one of the country’s most poorest, communities? |
Isn’t this country for you and me? |
Separatin families, destroyin unity, conquer through divide |
Are they gonna help us survive? |
Or is it genocide, do they wanna help and all revive? |
Or will it be, gentrified? |
Watch the choppers in the skies |
No supplies, devils in disguise, spinnin stories on my people’s lives |
Standin by while they just lettin us die (die) |
I feel like the whole world gone crazy |
The stadium smells like dead babies |
And old people, goin through rigamortis |
While the government tortoise, slow to support us Instead they record us and give us self-righteous orders |
Reporters implore us, not to break the law |
I saw a talkin on TV, I wanna break her jaw |
A teleprompter, can never describe what I saw |
The phones are dead, no police and no E.M.T. |
Powerless like we got hit, with an E.M.P. |
It reminds me of the days when we lived as slaves |
They just denied the migrant workers, federal aide |
And people tell me poverty, doesn’t have any color |
Well it does down here mother- |
And now they talk about, rebuildin where nothin is workin (nothin!) |
Just lawyers gettin more contracts by Halliburton |
We restored the fresh corner on some Mardi Gras |
Swervin down Bourbon — on some party town |
Drinkin liquor, I’m speakin real candid |
Who knew, N.O. |
would turn president land this |
dude got us lookin savage — like newer reports |
Get the rich ones out the tellies, and ignored the warts |
Scores of people perched on top roofs |
96 hours with no damn rule, but who the wouldn’t shoot? |
«So would I"says the cat |
Brother stranded, wife and seed on his side, on the lap |
Now anarchy, rule the street |
Mayor cuss the government out, on the TV all you hear is bleeps |
Despair dro, some the same |
Super dope synonymous with pain, ironically they change «es the same |
I know firsthand I got blood (yeah) you heard from me Second line been should be playin for eternity |
Walk with imagination, prepare for the devastation |
of these poor people bein displaced in our own nation |
No food or water with four days waitin |
Fearlessly they’re flyin over to assess the situation |
Dirt they doin to my folks blatant |
Satan they causes, breakin they clauses, lyin to our faces |
Take a step back, let’s retrace this |
Cats were breakin into stores cause they were runnin out of patience |
Most of them gunshots you heard about, yeah |
They were pointed in the air cause the bullets were flares |
But regardless if the media cares or not |
We should still share a lot of truth, keep stirrin the pot |
into a spicy gumbo, dig deep, let your funds go Never know a storm might hit Flatbush or Ludlow |
Who do you think they’ll save, them or us? |
Mother Nature doesn’t choose sides, cash flow does (that's right) |