Not for sale, keep the devil out
Knives by the window, find
A death rattle for the ages
Twenty year cycle breaking mirror shattered gazes
Empty framing tending to a heart
Corner creeper lights on hallways still felt dark
Jigsaw parquet floor detail inlay for the preservation
The stories we know, the stories we tell
Nuclear family, nuclear fallout still all is well
Cracked plaster exposed brick
The wood door swings under a stiff in the summer
Pocket door rubber track, feet expansion
Same high school graduation picture on the mantle
With a smile fit for a home-going
Playing dumb but we all knowing
Steel wool crack filler
In my past on my back looking up at the same ceiling
Some time I think we share something the same feeling, somehow
Forever's a mighty long time, inshallah, God-willing
God bless this sweet home, my beloved haunt
124 Bluestone crouched on thin haunch
I hold my breath if I walk past on a visit
They replastered the last crooked paths of the lizards
My uncle is the ghost of Thanksgiving past
First floor, front room, Moms was the last to get the message
Now it's just tenants
Y'all wasn't here when the bandos was brick skeletons
Moss gathered like migrational change
Pigeon coop feathers kept breaking the drains
These ain't pains, these the regular aches
My mom slaved cause she said ownership was breaking the chains
Me and my father's main bond was that day we cursed our pigs at our gate
Every black life a thriller
Even the infant if the don't kill her
Pages turn Ezra Jack Keates to iller fates, Arthur Miller
Home was based to beatin' the chase from toes tagged in the chiller
Now walk past my own door
No welcome homes from the shivers
Forgiveness like the cold wind
Old man remember
Let the children come
Let your mother hear you laugh
Half crushed by the car, dragged herself back
A caterwaul
Father put her out her misery on the kitchen floor
Mom said: Be proud of her, she made it home
If these walls could talk they might not, after all, we don't
One door been locked since when, why is never said but we know, we know
I left that house for two rooms but it got a peephole
I ain't been back since then but kids still see ghosts
I'm not my ancestors dreams
They in the room wishing they could smoke the weed
Lean shadows, dust swirling in sunbeams
Shadows reach for my son in dreams
Some shadows that deep, shadow in me
Crossing that threshold again
They gon part like the sea
Silently pointed to that room but I swear to the Lord I never had the key
Somehow it's in my hand now, that brass turned green
Grass dead in the yard
Philistines chop down the avocado tree
I put my ear to the door
But all I could hear was my heartbeat
God bless this sweet home, my beloved haunt
124 Bluestone crouched on thin haunch
What kinda evil you got in there?
It ain't evil, just sad. Come on, step on through
