Dollar Day Lyrics - True Magic - Mos Def

So there's a story about the lady in Louisiana 

She's a flood survivor and the rescue teams 

They come through, and they, I guess trying to recover people 

And they see this women she's wading through the streets 

I guess it'd been some time after the storm 

And I guess they were shocked that you know she was alive 

And rescue worker said, "So, oh my God h-how did you survive 

How did you do it? Where've you been?" 

And she said, "Where I been? Where you been?" 

Where you been? You understand? 

That's about the size of it 

This for the streets, the streets everywhere 

The streets affected by the storm called, America 

I'm doing this for y'all, and for me, for the Creator 

God save, these streets 

One dollar per every human being 

Feel that Katrina clap 

See that Katrina clap 

Listen, homie, it's Dollar Day in New Orleans 

It's water water everywhere and people dead in the streets 

And Mr. President he bout that cash 

He got a policy for handling the niggas and trash 

And if you poor you black 

I laugh a laugh they won't give when you ask 

You better off on crack 

Dead or in jail, or with a gun in Iraq 

And it's as simple as that 

No opinion my man it's mathematical fact 

Listen, a million poor since 2004 

And they got -illions and killions to waste on the war 

And make you question what the taxes is for 

Or the cost to reinforce, the broke levee wall 

Tell the boss, he shouldn't be the boss anymore 

Y'all pray amin 

God save, these streets 

One dollar per every human being 

Feel that Katrina clap 

See that Katrina clap 

God save, these streets 

Quit bein' cheap nigga freedom ain't free 

Feel that Katrina clap 

See that Katrina clap 

Lord have mercy 

Lord God God save our soul 

A God save our soul, a God 

A God save our souls 

Lord God God save our soul 

A God save our soul soul soul 

Soul survivor 

It's Dollar Day in New Orleans 

It's water water everywhere and babies dead in the streets 

It's enough to make you holler out 

Like where the fuck is Sir Bono and his famous friends now 

Don't get it twisted man I dig U2 

But if you ain't about the ghetto then fuck you too 

Who care bout rock 'n roll when babies can't eat food 

Listen homie man that shit ain't cool 

It's like Dollar Day for New Orleans 

It's water water everywhere and homies dead in the streets 

And Mr. President's a natural ass 

He out treating niggas worse than they treat the trash 

God save, these streets 

One dollar per every human being 

Feel that Katrina Clap 

See that Katrina Clap 

God save, these streets 

Quit being cheap nigga freedom ain't free! 

Feel that Katrina Clap 

See that Katrina Clap 

Soul survivor 

God God God save our soul 

A God save our soul 

A God, a God save our soul 

Lord God God save our soul 

A God save our soul a God a God save 

Lord did not intend for the wicked to rule the world 

Say God did not intend for the wicked to rule the world 

God did not intend for the wicked to rule the world 

And even when they knew it's a matter of truth 

Before they wick-ed ruling is through 

God save, these streets 

A Dollar Day for New Orleans 

God save, these streets 

Quit bein cheap homie freedom ain't free 

God save these streets 

One dollar per every human being 

Feel that Katrina Clap 

See that Katrina Clap 

God save these streets 

Quit being cheap nigga freedom ain't free! 

Feel that Katrina Clap! Ha 

Ghetto Katrina Clap! Ha 

Soul survivor 

Lord God God save our soul 

A God save God save our soul 

Feel that Katrina Clap 

Let's make them dollars stack 

And rebuild these streets 

God save these streets 

God save these streets 

God save the soul! 

Feel that Katrina Clap 

See that Katrina Clap 

Soul survivor 

Don't talk about it, be about it 

Peace