[Intro]
"People are dying, they don't have homes, they don't have jobs, the city of New Orleans will never be the same. Now let's get off your asses and let's do something, and let's fix the biggest goddamn crisis in the history of this country."
[Chuck D]
Guess it's gotta come down to this..
In order to see things for what they are and what they is..
We still may not be free up in this piece or treated very equally as
Far as I can see.. now if you saw what I saw
And see what I see on the TV that lead me to write this song
After talking to my father..
But the anger in this song seem to write it's damn self...
Hell No We Ain't Alright
(What is your boy Son of a Bush doing? Hahaha, nothin')
[Verse 1]
Now all these press conferences, breaking news alert this just in
While your government looks for a war to win
Claim for the blame game, names where I begin
Walls closin', need to get some help to my kin
Who cares? While the rest of the Bush nation stares
As the drama unfolds as we the people under the stairs
Fifty percent of this Son of a Bush nation
Is like hatin' on Haiti and settin' up assassinations
Ask Pat Robertson, quiz him
Smells like terrorism
Racism in the news, still one sided views
Sayin' Whites find food
Pray for the National Guard who be ready to shoot
Because they be sayin' us Blacks loot
"People are dying, they don't have homes, they don't have jobs, the city of New Orleans will never be the same. Now let's get off your asses and let's do something, and let's fix the biggest goddamn crisis in the history of this country."
[Chuck D]
Guess it's gotta come down to this..
In order to see things for what they are and what they is..
We still may not be free up in this piece or treated very equally as
Far as I can see.. now if you saw what I saw
And see what I see on the TV that lead me to write this song
After talking to my father..
But the anger in this song seem to write it's damn self...
Hell No We Ain't Alright
(What is your boy Son of a Bush doing? Hahaha, nothin')
[Verse 1]
Now all these press conferences, breaking news alert this just in
While your government looks for a war to win
Claim for the blame game, names where I begin
Walls closin', need to get some help to my kin
Who cares? While the rest of the Bush nation stares
As the drama unfolds as we the people under the stairs
Fifty percent of this Son of a Bush nation
Is like hatin' on Haiti and settin' up assassinations
Ask Pat Robertson, quiz him
Smells like terrorism
Racism in the news, still one sided views
Sayin' Whites find food
Pray for the National Guard who be ready to shoot
Because they be sayin' us Blacks loot
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