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