[Intro – Crows Cawing + Sirens]
[Helicopter faint in distance]
Crows been circlin’ Claiborne all week.
[808 crashes in]
Down South…
birds know before people do.
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[Verse 1]
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Crows over Claiborne, sky look nervous,
Whole city tense like a closed curtain.
Gold grill flash in the flood reflection,
Pain and ambition in the same direction.
Flow got mildew and gunpowder residue,
Louisiana trauma gave me better moves.
Swamp-born intellect with predator habits,
Smile calm while internally panicked.
I’m from where the cops ride slow through storms,
And every hustler got survival charm.
Youngins tote sticks like graduation gifts,
Meanwhile the pastors preach perseverance.
My dawg said:
“Bro, the city feel cursed.”
I said:
“Nah… just exhausted first.”
Then lit a blunt while the rain came sideways,
Like heaven itself missed the exit.
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[Hook – Choir + Brass]
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Crows over Claiborne tonight…
Black wings underneath streetlights.
Crows over Claiborne still…
Something in the air feel ill.
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[Verse 2]
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Women move fast when the tension rise,
Kids play tough with fear in they eyes.
Even the liquor stores close early now,
Like the whole block feel it somehow.
I got cemetery bars with executive flow,
Swamp wisdom stitched in the wardrobe.
Every chain on my neck feel haunted,
Like success came with hidden charges.
My grandma used to say:
“Baby, watch the birds.”
Back then I ain’t understand her words.
Now every time crows gather low—
Something ugly usually follow.
Flow Wayne-heavy with bayou scars,
Talk slick while the sky fall apart.
I’m poetic ‘cause destruction nearby,
That’s Louisiana state of mind.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
The South teach intuition early.
Storms…
violence…
betrayal…
the air always warn you first.
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Black feathers drift through thunder skies…
Every soul just tryna survive.
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[Verse 3]
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I move through the city like prophecy now,
Hear pain every time people laugh too loud.
Too many funerals sharpen instincts,
Now silence itself make me think.
But somehow New Orleans still dance graceful,
Even with disaster in the atmosphere.
That’s why I love this haunted place—
it taught broken souls elegance.
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[Final Hook – Full Orchestra + Choir]
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Crows over Claiborne still fly…
Watchin’ every flooded night.
Crows over Claiborne remain…
Louisiana forecast pain.
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[Outro – Thunder + Wings Flapping]
[Crow caws one final time]
In New Orleans…
even the birds gossip with death.
