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I, knock on the door, hope isn't home
Fate's not around the lucks all gone
Don't ask me what's wrong ask me what's right
And I'ma tell you what's life, and did you know?
I lost everything, but I ain't the only the one
First came the hurricane, then the morning sun
Excuse me if I'm on one
And don't trip if I light one, I walk a tight one
They try tell me keep my eyes open
My whole city underwater, some people still floatin'
And they wonder why black people still voting
'Cause your president still choking
Take away the football team, the basketball team
And all we got is me to represent New Orleans, shit
No governor, no help from the mayor
Just a steady beating heart and a wish and a prayer
Let's Pray.




This trip was fantastic. I miss my sister very much. We mostly ate a bunch of food and got her apartment furnished. It's so fabulous now! Also, we went on a touristy airboat and I fed alligators marshmallows. We went to school and played with her awesome kids. Very nice! I'll post the pictures up and elaborate as I go.

I guess I keep feeling this sense of stagnant remorse. The world is so crappy. I should apply my happy self confidence to make it better. Otherwise I'm just buying into this crap. Anyways, New Orleans is amazing.