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A spoken word piece about despair. I can only
guess at the true agony and desperation of
the victims of Hurricane Katrina and the
Failure of our President and of our Federal
Government to provide swift relief to the
thousands upon thousands of people whose
lives were swept out from under them and those
who died due to the lack of assistance from
their President and United States Goverment.
guess at the true agony and desperation of
the victims of Hurricane Katrina and the
Failure of our President and of our Federal
Government to provide swift relief to the
thousands upon thousands of people whose
lives were swept out from under them and those
who died due to the lack of assistance from
their President and United States Goverment.
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Lyrics
Where is My President?
I Think his name is Bush
We're Trapped up on the rooftop
and we're running out of life
Where is my President?
A Girl named Katrina Slammed down the door
I'm wading in the dirty water
But I see no signs of hope
Where is any Help?
Have We all done something bad?
Where is my President?
All he did was con the Vote,
Someone Please Help Us
My Mama died tonight
I Told her people would get to us
This is just not turning out right,
Where is my President?
I know he would save the Rich,
Down here we are disposable
We are of no worh to him,
One last look for My President,
So I'll be sure before I die,
I want to see his face
Without a Tear Drop in his Eye.
I Think his name is Bush
We're Trapped up on the rooftop
and we're running out of life
Where is my President?
A Girl named Katrina Slammed down the door
I'm wading in the dirty water
But I see no signs of hope
Where is any Help?
Have We all done something bad?
Where is my President?
All he did was con the Vote,
Someone Please Help Us
My Mama died tonight
I Told her people would get to us
This is just not turning out right,
Where is my President?
I know he would save the Rich,
Down here we are disposable
We are of no worh to him,
One last look for My President,
So I'll be sure before I die,
I want to see his face
Without a Tear Drop in his Eye.
Epileptic Gibbon
… if only reality weren't darker still. It works very
effectively, both the backing track and the lyrics.
Problem is, I'm not sure I can listen to this too many
times… the reality of it is just too much. But a brave
and powerful post nevertheless… I'd expect nothing
less.