[Opening – Rain on Neon + Distant Sirens]
[Sound of tires moving through wet streets]
[A jazz trumpet plays low and crooked]
You thought the swamp was behind you…
Nah.
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[Deep Bass Hum Enters]
Louisiana don’t release people clean.
Not really.
You can leave the bayou…
move uptown…
buy better clothes…
learn how to hide your accent…
but the swamp?
It stay in your blood.
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[Church Organ Creeps In]
The first time…
it teaches you survival.
The second time…
it comes for your soul.
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[808 Pulse Begins Slowly]
Because now the ghosts got names.
Your daddy’s anger.
Your mama’s silence.
The preacher’s greed.
The hustler’s pride.
The addiction dressed like pleasure.
The loneliness dressed like lust.
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[Distorted Brass Swells]
New Orleans shine pretty at night.
Gold teeth.
Velvet dresses.
Bourbon Street glow.
Gospel choirs on Sunday morning.
But every city got a shadow.
And down here…
the shadow dance too.
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[Rain Gets Heavier]
Folks think voodoo just candles and spells.
Nah.
The real magic in Louisiana?
Survival.
Learnin’ how to smile while drownin’.
Learnin’ how to dance while grievin’.
Learnin’ how to inherit pain…
and still call it home.
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[Choir Humming Underneath]
The water remember what your family did.
The streets remember who betrayed who.
The graveyards remember every promise broken after midnight.
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[Massive Bass Drop]
And the swamp?
The swamp don’t forget nobody.
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[Music Builds Darker]
Welcome back to Louisiana.
Where the liquor burn slow…
the churches stay packed…
and even the saints got ghosts.
