Gumbo Beats

[Verse] Crescent City cutthroats, dancing round the bayou, Cajun fireflies, lighting up the night sky, view, Mardi Gras beads, drippin' from the rearview, Po'boys in the back, money green like the mildew. [Verse 2] Jazz horns blow, voodoo in the air thick, Second line stepping, rhythm in the heart quick, Gators in the swamps, eyes gleamin' like a slick trick, Peeling back the years, where the rhymes hit the metric. [Chorus] Slow roll, walk through the French Quarter rows, Feel the soul, history’s whispers in the lows, Haunted tales, spirits dance where the river flows, Crescent moon beams, wash away the woes. [Bridge] Trumpets blare, echo through the cobblestone glades, Ancient oak shade, where the legends never fade, Footsteps of the past, their rhythms we parade, Bourbon Street stories, forever in charade. [Verse 3] Crawfish boil, verses hotter than the stove heat, Red beans, rice, beats fill the whole street, Jazz man’s legacy, cradle where the souls meet, Quarter’s pulse, tempo riding like a slow fleet. [Chorus] Slow roll, walk through the French Quarter rows, Feel the soul, history’s whispers in the lows, Haunted tales, spirits dance where the river flows, Crescent moon beams, wash away the woes.