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The Old Fourth Ward Walk - Judeo
Streets home, baseline, humming through my shoes
Murals on the wall, telling stories of the blue
Crooked lamp post lean, shadows start to creep
Dreams of gold chains, dancing while the alley sleep
Rolling past poems, echoes in the air
Caddy wheels whisper, nothing else compares
Smoke curls slow, moonlight's the guide
Brick by brick, feel the city's pride
The Old Fourth Ward walks, steps heavy with soul
Concrete stories, worth more than gold
The Old Fourth Ward talk, whispers in the night
Every corner's a lesson, under amber light
Spray cans hiss, kids tagging their names
History cycles, it's all just a game
Church bells clang, they echo down the block
Time moves in circles, on this timeless walk
Graffiti prophets, wisdom in their paint
The hustle ain't pretty, but it sure ain't faint
Palm trees sway, where the ghosts once roam
Every step I take, I'm never alone
Voices from the past, they hum a soft tune
Underneath the glow of the city's full moon
The Old Fourth Ward walks, steps heavy with soul
Concrete stories, worth more than gold
The Old Fourth Ward talk, whispers in the night
Every corner's a lesson, under amber light
