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Next day no water supply

Child looks up to me with searchin eyes

"Daddy I'm thirsty" in a weak voice

To a papa I don't have no choice

The Good Ol Boy can't hear her voice

 

And now I'm Looting

 

I survived the tragedy

Now I got to do right by my family

How exactly grateful do you want me to be?

Life's force caused my destiny

And I'm gonna do right by baby

 

And now I'm fightin

 

Child lost mama, her strength and her home

Plans out there made but we're all alone

Mama’s not here no more in the Dome

This shelter is her resting stone

Babies Blanket is her resting stone

Baby stoking the resting stone

 

And now we're prayin

 

September 2005

We're doin our best just to survive

Please cry baby so I know you’re alive

This is changing me deep down inside

We're all changing way deep down inside

 

And now I'm angry

 

Takin babies and wives from the man

Never thought this could happen in Our Free Land

Can't get my head around it to understand

Chaos everywhere here for the man

Just gotta do the best that I can

 

They say I'm looting

 

Cameraman and the new on TV

Filming me  taking supplies for baby

How exactly grateful do you want me to be?

While your watchin me on your TV

They call me looter and Refugee

Darlin, looter and a Refugee

 

But I'm still prayin

 

Wasted water surrounds little ones

I know New Orleans has mightier sons

We're takin water, food and some meds

Surviving in this homestead

My shoulder now is babies’ bed

Strong shoulders now for babies bed.

 

And I'm still hopeful

 

Go ahead and call me Refugee

A looter, a black man that you see on TV

But I'm no Good Ole Boy Judging from a safe place

I'm a papa lookin in babies face

A widowed papa lookin in babies face.

 

And now I'm prayin

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