Bourbon St. New Orleans
The epicenter of it all
In my eyes
It's the evolution of culture
The evolution of the African American experience
Gospel, Funk, Jazz, Soul, Blues, Rock & Roll, Hip Hop
All share a common ancestor
And that common ancestor
Is the African American experience
It's a feeling Bourbon Street 2nd lining
Wearing Mardi Gras beads
Like a chain full of diamonds
Cause this a Rebirth
So I'm doing what I wanna
Up at Preservation Hall
Cause I love the French Quarter
I know I'm just a tourist
Roaming round like explorers
Frenchman Street
Blue Nile singing chorus
Buddy this is Bolden
And it's so Armstrong
This culture will carry on
When we're all long gone
I'm playing dirt dozen
With ya momma and ya cousin
Eating crawfish
Gumbo hotter than the summer
Ricky B and Bigalow
I'll meet y'all in the studio
Triggerman drums
Got it jumping like the video
Think about Katrina
Still in disbelief
When I order an Abita
From the bar at Tipitina's
American experience
Coming out your speakers
From Congo Square
Out to everywhere
Give me the music with a purpose
Contribute to the culture
Just to make my struggle worth it
No plan b
This is the plan I have to work with
Catch me at the gig
In every city on the surface
Came from Harlem to Chicago
What's it all mean
Means I'm blessed
To be apart of what the world needs
So when ya back track
From where it all came
You'll see it's all same
It's been a long way
On Bourbon street 2x
Lend me your ear there is something that you need to know
You're the one who determines how far you can go
Don't get caught like a mouse spinning wheels in this game
Like a star in the night you are one in the same 2x
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