[Intro – Bourbon Pour + Jazz Trumpet]
[Glass clinks softly]
Every city got apostles.
[808 kicks in]
New Orleans just dress ours in gold fronts and linen suits.
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[Verse 1]
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Bourbon disciples underneath neon skies,
Preach survival with exhausted eyes.
Gold teeth flash when the trumpet cry,
Whole city look gorgeous and traumatized.
Swamp-born swagger in Italian leather,
Talk slick ‘cause the pressure raised us better.
I got cemetery confidence now,
Still smell floodwater in my vowels.
Codeine philosophy mixed with jazz smoke,
Everybody here halfway broke emotionally.
Even the rich got pain in disguise,
Just hidden better behind designer lives.
My dawg said:
“Money make the storm quieter.”
I told him:
“Nah, just more expensive.”
Then we laughed like Southern men do,
Right before the silence got truthful.
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[Hook – Choir + Heavy Brass]
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Bourbon disciples…
Nighttime saints…
Prayin’ through addiction and elegant pain.
Bourbon disciples…
Still survive…
Even when the soul feel fried.
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[Verse 2]
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Women dance slow in violet haze,
Lookin’ like temptation gettin’ paid.
Bartender pour dark liquor blessings,
Whole room vibin’ through depression.
I’m from where the hustlers quote scripture accurate,
And the pastors got habits they battle with.
Louisiana blur vice and grace,
Till eventually they share the same face.
Flow got mildew and trumpet stains,
Flooded psychology in my cadence.
I got wisdom wrapped in sarcasm now,
Humor help the pain move around.
My youngin asked:
“How you survive this long?”
I said:
“Learned early every smile perform.”
Then lit another candle in the rain,
Like somehow beauty soften pain.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
We ain’t perfect down here.
Just poetic about our damage.
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Black water shimmer beneath the lights…
Everybody searchin’ for peace tonight.
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[Verse 3]
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Maybe that’s why New Orleans feel alive,
‘Cause the city don’t hide what’s inside.
It let sorrow dance in public view,
Let broken souls still feel cool.
And somehow that honesty hit hard,
Like trumpet notes beneath dark stars.
Because pain get lighter sometimes
When nobody force you to disguise it.
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[Final Hook – Full Choir + Orchestra]
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Bourbon disciples…
Raise your cups…
To the souls still holdin’ up.
Bourbon disciples…
Flood-born grace…
Louisiana written on our face.
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[Outro – Rain + Jazz Trumpet]
[Street noise fades slowly]
Down here…
even the nightlife got testimony.
