Caricamento in corso...

New Orleans, no means

No, not, by all means,
all my sins considered

They don’t own me, I keep telling
Sadly their guild does, owes my fucking ass
And all I do is write and hearing N.O. brass.
 
They don’t owe me, you gently explain to thee,
And so many steps remain to really be set free.
 
Now, is there a way like a fast lane or I am I here to stay?
 
Slay or not slay, die by proper choice,
Refuse to be a puppet in a cold dark stray?
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