Gangs in the News

Chuck D

Hell no, we ain't alright!

by Public Enemy's Chuck D

Now, all these press conferences, breaking news alerts, this just in, while your government looks for a war to win. Flames from the blame game. Names, where do I begin? Walls closing in. Get some help to my kin. Who cares while the rest of the Bush nation stares as the drama unfolds as we, the people under the stairs. 50 percent of this son of a Bush nation is like hating on Haiti and setting up assassinations, ask Pat Robertson. Quiz him. Hmm, smells like terrorism. Racism in the news, still one-sided views, saying whites find food, pray for the National Guard ready to shoot, because them blacks, they loot.

Fires, earthquakes, tsunamis, I don't mean to scare. Wasn't this written somewhere? Disgrace is all I see is black faces moved out to all these places, emergency state, corpses, alligators and snakes. Big difference between this haze and them diamonds on them VMAs. We've got to look what's really important under this sun, especially if you are over 21. This ain't no TV show. It ain't no video. This is real reel, really real. Beyond them same old keeping real quotes from them TV stars driving big rimmed cars.

Streets be blooding, B. No matter where you at, no gas. Driving is now a luxury. Urgency, a state of emergency, shows somebody's government is far from reality. I see here, we be the new faces of refugees. We ain't even overseas but here on knees. Forget the plasma TV, ain't no electricity. New world's upside down and out of order. Shelter, food, what's up? Where's the water? No answers from disaster, the masters hurtin', so who the F we call? Halliburton? Son of a Bush, how are you going to trust that cat to fix things when help is stuck in Iraq, making war plans taking more stands in Afghanistan, 2,000 soldiers dying in the sand. But that's over there, right? Now what's over here is a noise so loud some can't hear. But on TV, I can see, bunches of people looking just like me.