Hook: Real music always heals the pain/ it's a feeling I just can't explain/ at times you might be dancing in the rain/ the real music always heals the pain

Verse 1: Create something that's everlasting for my future son's and daughter's/ this for my people who died and rose from those Katrina waters/ many changes that it brought us they called us refugees/ people on top of their roofs saying send us some rescue please/ water rising by the minute, my father was swimming in it/ grandparents at the airport almost died before she ended/ bodies floating this really happened so on it I shall speak/ I went to Saint John Lutheran right off of Canal Street/ the memories I'll never forget/ they tore down the projects then put them condos gentrification in full effect/ going back in time wishing for longer and though this did make us stronger/ I still hear them Jazz sounds on them corners/ in the same city where they won't hesitate to raise AK's/ jambalaya with shrimp po boys and benyays/ pour some out for my cousins who was hit by them showering bullets/ this my city New Orleans we gon represent to the fullest

Hook: Real music always heals the pain/ it's just a feeling I just can't explain/ at times you might be dancing in the rain/ the real music always heals the pain

Verse 2: Dealt with reality young a lot of pain we had to carry/ every morning saw Miss Rose and Miss Mary many brothers got buried/ it's rough out chea in the NOLA/ many end up catching cases, end with a life sentence up in Angola/ the system hold ya now will we see brighter days/ we still getting down miss watching people second line at all the parades/ I'm getting blazed every day for us it gets deeper/ that's why I give it to em raw like Soulja Slim through the speakers/ and at night them creatures coming out they show you no mercy/ count my blessings cause I made it out just like I was Percy/ as a Juvenile some C-Murder, some wanna B.G/ its war up in them streets and people die for that Curren$y/ I came up in that Cash Money, No Limit era some real southern classics/ r.i.p to my brother best friend Travis/ and here's something you should already know/ they call us the Big Easy, but life hard in that 504

Hook: Real music always heals the pain/ it's just a feeling I just can't explain/ at times you might be dancing in the rain/ the real music always heals the pain