Black and Gold Poem by Bobby Toomer

Reggie, let's get ready

Pierre, I know you care


Breeze, don't ch'a freeze

Saint's -let's- go- all- the- way

Black and Gold

coming to save the day

For the city

it's a spiritual awakening

a sanctified undertaking

I say Who dat, Who dat

Who dat say I can't use that word

You can't stop

Who dat nation from being heard!

Before it was Katrina,

that dealt for us a wild hand to heal

It's all a testament to our courageous will

In the high-rise

we're gonna have crime and disruption

But in the sidelines

we gonna cause an eruption

I say… Who dat, Who dat

Who dat say

dey gonna beat

dem Saints!