I Got A $250,000 PersonalitynI Got Another Quater Mil MentalitynIm in the $500,000 MoodnI Cant Loose, Damn I Feel Like A Million DollarsnHow Can i Rap about my life and claim honor?nWhen people out in new orleans dont have waternI Dedicate this to the sons who lost fathersnA Tribute to mothers who lost daughtersnBecause they pump chemical fumes into the atsmospherenThey put toxic fumes into the atsmospherenThey even launch aircrafts into the atsmospherenThey keep this up than somethings gonna happen herenMother nature gotta clean her framenSo she forms a clycone full of winds and rainnThis process has a name its called cleanin the atsmospherenThe government calls it a hurricanennOhh child things are gonna get easier.nOhh child things will get brighternOhh child things are gonna get easier.nOhh child things will get brighternnThey say wave water bore the children (cant understand him here)nThey say gods gonna tumble the waternBut when a tsunami happens in troublesome watersnThe president aint hesitate to cross that bordernHe took a hole army wit him when he came to warnBut when he traveled to new orleans he came with his dognIs he indirectly trying to call us dogs?nOr just traveling with his pet i aint surenA grown man cry how pitiful it isnHis whole house split in half nowhere to livenHe said I held my wifes hand i tried i didnBut she let go and said take care of the kidsnAlotta property was lost crushed by the treesnEvacuated the city they was forced to leavenThey was forced outta their homes they would never leavenSo why the media keep callin em refugeesnnOhh child things are gonna get easier.nOhh child things will get brighternOhh child things are gonna get easier.nOhh child things will get brighternnNatural disaster look at the aftermathnThey use it as an excuse to raise the price of gasnWe worry about things like gettin the last laughnBut your mind state is half fastnEverybody wanna get the last laughnBut when somebody die cuz, the laugh never comes last the cry doesnPeople searchin for food they call it lootinnMarshall law the cops shootinnSo now hungry people on the runnThey say this aint the time to point fingersnTell em This aint the time to point gunsnDonatin money thats thug lovenBut people dying over there donate some bloodnI dont mean physically, I Mean spirituallynDonate some of your time out lyricallynMake a song that could reach somebody seriouslynPeople who lost their lives your all livin through mennOhh child things are gonna get easier.nOhh child things will get brighternOhh child things are gonna get easier.nOhh child things will get brighter