The Louisiana Purchase

[Akir] 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 levees? Did the water get heavy and overrun the town Or did people come knock 'em down? Are they trying to help 'em out or trying to 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? Separating families, destroying 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, spinning stories on my people's lives Standing by while they just letting us die (die) [Immortal Technique] I feel like the whole world gone crazy The stadium smells like {fucking} dead babies And old people, going 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} talking 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, rebuilding where nothing is working (Nothing) Just lawyers getting more contracts by Halliburton [Poison Pen] We restored the French Quarter on some Mardi Gras {shit} Swerving down Bourbon - on some party town {shit} Drinking {fucking} liquor, I'm speaking real candid Who knew, N.O. would turn president land this Dude got us looking savage - like newer reports Get the rich ones out, and ignore 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 playing for eternity [Mojo] Walk with imagination, prepare for the devastation Of these poor people being displaced in our own nation No food or water with four days waiting Fearlessly they're flying over to assess the situation Dirt they doing to my folks blatant Satan they causes, breaking they clauses, lying to our faces Take a step back, let's retrace this Cats were breaking into stores cause they were running 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 stirring 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)