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 tryna recover people   And they see this women she's wadin 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?"   Hah, 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 doin 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 handlin the niggaz 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 treatin niggaz 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 bein 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 bein 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