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The Flood (Jewell Eilen)

Poisoned streets Full of blood The people can do nothing To hold back the flood The water takes them Not one life line Everyone just standing Ringing their hands and crying Can anyone among us please explain What went down on the banks of the Ponchartrain? No sir I don't believe it was the hurricane That lay New Orleans out to waste Blown-out windows, Rooftops gone Every soul Singing a funeral song Look at the pictures All black faces Our leaders call themselves distracted I call them racists Can anyone among you please explain What went down on the banks of the Ponchartrain? It's you our leader who's to blame You lay sweet New Orleans out to waste And if I had Had my way I'd pull them all outta there And I'd make you stay For a storm All your own And I'd be that old hurricane And I'd wash away all your gold Your wife and children Would have no home You'd be left there in those waters Naked and alone In the streets Of poisoned blood Now what you gonna do To hold back the flood?