Looking in from the outside Each city pukes its wounded forth A world that time forgot Along 95 from south to north From gray to greener lands To exburb, suburb, in-between Some choke and some breathe A fact of life in this plutocracy As the best of the worst plan our lives A mass murder of the spirit cuts the vine bearing wisdom's fruit, brother, wave your trust in faith goodbye When its man against man The culture consecrates the code of spite So this is the ideal system- millions shunned in urban tombs Easy for the rich to suffer As they smile, wave, and lock their doors Driving away from the failures So trivial and so normalized Back to their pristine pastures To forward and secure their perfect lives This nation blood-bound with its ties Gives not a fuck for its children or the toils of their wasted labor Flood pouring gates open wide, upon this fiction of a state And the excess it expels and justifies Ghosts in concrete veils Haunt katrina's winds, gasp As charcoal air, fills lungs as black as tar and they drown