John Popper - Louisiana Sky lyrics

Are we supposed to be strong? Are we supposed to be equal? All I heard or observed Are we disposable people? Louisiana sky, don't hide the sun from me Don't make it rain on me, don't make it run from me Some say the city below sea level is vanishing We lost our homes but we're hungry and we're managing I can't find my moms, can't locate my kids I don't know where my dog or my Tabby is Above clouds, Louisiana loud, ever flowing You know the rest and the weeds keeps growing Comes the sun to Louisiana skies The storm has pa**ed and the bayou cries Washed away lives and sins From out and under, it begins Yo, we struggle underneath Louisiana sky It's slim pickings but we take a slice of humble pie Beneath the yellow sky, our spirit is strong Louisiana, let's rock on Nowhere to go, nothing to move All that remains, a single groove From Mardi Gras to Congo Square A pulse to shuffle and it's all still there Combining history with chicory and hickory sauce The battle's on between soldiers but the victory's lost 9th Ward, as it was, love of transition and all After the rains, our position was off Our tradition scoffed, man making plantations, swamplands Travel into a hidden world of girls I can remember love of this Louisiana odyssey Of mysticism, magicians and magical commodities Within the normal, we heard that the storm's coming Mammals and birds let us know that the storm's coming Move, stop, move 'em off the rooftops, relieve us Slow mola**es, these a**es from FEMA We struggle underneath Louisiana sky It's slim pickings, take it with a slice of humble pie Beneath the yellow sky, our spirit is strong Louisiana, let's rock on, rock, rock on In the early hours, in the morning haze From the oldest dance to the latest craze Hold your head up to Louisiana sky Big Easy children, build your levee high Yo, we struggle underneath Louisiana sky It's slim pickings, take it with a slice of humble pie Beneath the yellow sky, our spirit is strong Louisiana, let's rock on Comes the sun to Louisiana skies The storm has pa**ed and the bayou cries Washed away lives and sins From out and under, it begins We struggle underneath Louisiana sky It's slim pickings, take it with a slice of humble pie Beneath the yellow sky, our spirit is strong Louisiana, let's rock on Yo, we struggle underneath Louisiana sky It's slim pickings, take it with a slice of humble pie Beneath the yellow sky, our spirit is strong Louisiana, rock, rock on 9th Ward, rock, rock on In the 8th Ward, rock, rock on In the 7th Ward, rock, rock on Congo Square, rock, rock on The Warehouse District, rock, rock on In Algiers, rock, rock on [Incomprehensible] everybody, rock, rock on [Incomprehensible] rock, rock on