(feat. Immortal Technique, Poison Pen, Mojo)



[Akir:]

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 {fuck} 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)



[Immortal Technique:]

I feel like the whole world gone crazy

The stadium smells like {fuckin} 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 {bitch} 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-{fucker}

And now they talk about, rebuildin where nothin is workin (nothin!)

Just lawyers gettin more contracts by Halliburton



[Poison Pen:]

We restored the fresh corner on some Mardi Gras {shit}

Swervin down Bourbon - on some party town {shit}

Drinkin {fuckin} 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 {fuck} wouldn't shoot?

"So would I" says the cat

Brother stranded, wife and seed on his side, {gat} 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 quotes the same

I know firsthand I got blood (yeah) you heard from me

Second line been should be playin for eternity



[Mojo:]

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)



[music and sirens fade out]