They keep bumpin' us against the wall
they keep bumpin' us against the wall
they keep bumpin' me against the wall
tryin' to knock the oil off.
It wasn't much too long ago
that we got sprayed down with fire hoses
back in the day it was to deffer the dreams in our head
now it's to put out the flames in our skin
livin in this oil ridden much New Orleans.
The blackwater rolled in
on the floodwater high tides
spilled over the levee sides
and the oil swam above water with us.
Our eyes saw the water lines,
old and new as the sun rose the next day
and the sun saw the oil supplies
heat rose, I watch the flames grow
as my auntee house burns
grass dyin, birds fallin' from the sky and power lines
like the clouds cryin and it's death outside
knockin down the door
smoke risin
it was a year for crematin, the ground too soft to
bury the dead in, too unpure to grow souls in
and we too poor to afford the caskets and the family tombs
we too poor to afford the evac buses and the cars and the hospital rooms
all we got is where we was born
for what that's worth.
Now we all oil barons.
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