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Rhythm Nation (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA & Louis ToliverJr-Monroe, LA)

This is our "symphony of feelings"
Ludeau says face all your dealings 
And Louis says seize the day
Don't let your life get away

Louisiana take the lead
Make these other watchers read
Mowing over hate 
Making them haters constipate-
Ed. You know, Mr. Ed?
Horses, can't talk, stup-ed

A horse is a horse 
So we have no remorse 
For ignorance 
Our nation deserves balance 

We pledge allegiance to the rhythm 
Not this broken political system 
Our nation deserves to dance 
Let's find our beat and take a stance 

Louisiana let's make this song 
Not gonna be behind for long 
A real man...he educates 
Making us all be like Bill Gates 
Silly country, Trix are for kids 
Let's do whatever heaven bids 

We can fly high into the sky 
Be angels that never die
Rejecting any ignorance 
Giving our nation balance 

We pledge allegiance to the rhythm 
Not this broken political system 
Our nation deserves to dance 
Let's find our beat and take a stance 

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