Lead Paint Test

[00:16.24] Not for sale, keep the devil out
[00:18.17] Knives by the window, find you where you idle
[00:20.23] A death rattle for the ages
[00:21.96] Twenty year cycle breaking mirror shattered gazes
[00:24.56] Empty framing tending to a heart
[00:26.79] Corner creeper lights on hallways still felt dark
[00:29.88] Jigsaw parquet floor detail inlay for the preservation
[00:34.07] The stories we know, the stories we tell
[00:36.68] Nuclear family, nuclear fallout, still all is well
[00:39.67] Cracked plaster, exposed brick
[00:41.73] The wood door swings under a stiff in the summer
[00:44.12] Pocket door rubber track, feet expansion
[00:46.36] Same high school graduation picture on the mantle
[00:49.15] With a smile fit for a home-going
[00:51.29] Playing dumb but we all knowing
[00:53.16] Steel wool crack filler
[00:54.90] In my past on my back looking up at the same ceiling
[00:57.43] Some time I think we share something the same feeling, somehow
[01:00.78] Forever's a mighty long time, Inshallah, God-willing
[01:03.93] God bless this Sweet Home, my beloved haunt
[01:08.68] 124 Bluestone crouched on thin haunch
[01:15.35] God bless this Sweet Home, my beloved haunt
[01:21.64] 124 Bluestone crouched on thin haunch
[01:24.87] I hold my breath if I walk past on a visit
[01:28.07] They replastered the last crooked paths of the lizards
[01:31.25] My uncle is the ghost of Thanksgiving past
[01:33.66] First floor, front room, Mom's was the last to get the message
[01:36.86] Now it's just tenants
[01:38.45] Y'all wasn't here when the bandos was brick skeletons
[01:40.76] Moss gathered like migrational change
[01:42.92] Miguel pigeon coop feathers kept breaking the drains
[01:45.69] These ain't pains, these the regular aches
[01:48.23] My mom slaved cause she said ownership was breaking the chains
[01:51.45] Me and my father's main bond was that day we cursed out pigs at our gate
[01:55.45] Every Black life a thriller
[01:56.89] Even an infant if the Enfamil don't kill her
[01:59.74] Pages turn Ezra Jack Keats to iller fates, Arthur Miller
[02:03.33] Home was base to beatin' the chase from toes tagged in the chiller
[02:06.65] Now walk past my own door
[02:08.41] No welcome homes from the shivers
[02:09.99] Forgiveness like the cold wind
[02:11.78] Old men remember
[02:24.13] Let the children come
[02:31.73] Let your mother hear you laugh
[02:47.62] Half crushed by the car, dragged herself back and caterwauled
[02:50.61] Father put her out her misery on the kitchen floor
[02:53.29] Mom said "Be proud of her, she made it home."
[02:55.71] If these walls could talk they might not, after all, we don't
[02:59.33] One door been locked since when, why is never said but we know, we know
[03:03.77] I left that house for two rooms but it got a peephole
[03:06.35] I ain't been back since then but kids still see ghosts
[03:09.42] I'm not my ancestors' dreams
[03:11.22] They in the room wishing they could smoke and eat
[03:13.28] Lean shadows, dust swirling in sunbeams
[03:15.89] Shadows reach for my son in dreams
[03:17.90] Some shadows that deep, shadowing me
[03:20.33] Crossing that threshold again
[03:21.96] They gon' part like the sea
[03:23.26] Silently pointed to that room but I swear to the Lord I never had the key
[03:27.39] Somehow it's in my hand now, that brass turned green
[03:30.42] Grass dead in the yard
[03:31.98] Philistines chop down the avocado tree
[03:34.18] I put my ear to the door
[03:35.86] But all I could hear was my heartbeat
[03:40.53] God bless this Sweet Home, my beloved haunt
[03:45.53] 124 Bluestone crouched on thin haunch
[03:51.24] God bless this Sweet Home, my beloved haunt
[04:02.17] What kinda evil you got in there?
[04:04.05] It ain't evil, just sad. Come on, step on through
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