Lead Paint Test - Billy Woods/E L U C I D.mp3

[00:17.096] Not for sale, keep the devil out
[00:18.522] Knives by the window, find you where you idle
[00:20.871] A death rattle for the ages
[00:22.623] Twenty year cycle breaking mirror shattered gazes
[00:25.015] Empty framing tending to a heart
[00:27.337] Corner creeper lights on hallways still felt dark
[00:30.169] Jigsaw parquet floor detail inlay for the preservation
[00:34.415] The stories we know, the stories we tell
[00:37.000] Nuclear family, nuclear fallout still all is well
[00:40.335] Cracked plaster exposed brick
[00:42.095] The wood door swings under a stiff in the summer
[00:44.609] Pocket door rubber track, feet expansion
[00:46.946] Same high school graduation picture on the mantle
[00:49.586] With a smile fit for a home-going
[00:51.707] Playing dumb but we all knowing
[00:53.687] Steel wool crack filler
[00:55.258] In my past on my back looking up at the same ceiling
[00:58.087] Some time I think we share something the same feeling, somehow
[01:01.587] Forever's a mighty long time, inshallah, God-willing
[01:04.681] Sample: Soft Landing：God bless this sweet home, my beloved haunt
[01:09.575] 124 Bluestone crouched on thin haunch
[01:20.968]
[01:26.519] I hold my breath if I walk past on a visit
[01:28.782] They replastered the last crooked paths of the lizards
[01:31.940] My uncle is the ghost of Thanksgiving past
[01:34.426] First floor, front room, Moms was the last to get the message
[01:37.246] Now it's just tenants
[01:38.833] Y'all wasn't here when the bandos was brick skeletons
[01:41.321] Moss gathered like migrational change
[01:43.505] [?] pigeon coop feathers kept breaking the drains
[01:46.187] These ain't pains, these the regular aches
[01:48.572] My mom slaved cause she said ownership was breaking the chains
[01:51.851] Me and my father's main bond was that day we cursed our pigs at our gate
[01:55.886] Every black life a thriller
[01:57.441] Even the infant if the Enfamil don't kill her
[02:00.152] Pages turn Ezra Jack Keates to iller fates, Arthur Miller
[02:03.758] Home was based to beatin' the chase from toes tagged in the chiller
[02:07.130] Now walk past my own door
[02:09.155] No welcome homes from the shivers
[02:10.463] Forgiveness like the cold wind
[02:12.033] Old men remember
[02:25.755] Let the children come
[02:32.460] Let your mother hear you laugh
[02:48.157] Half crushed by the car, dragged herself back
[02:50.614] A caterwaul
[02:51.507] Father put her out her misery on the kitchen floor
[02:53.762] Mom said "be proud of her, she made it home"
[02:55.993] If these walls could talk they might not, after all, we don't
[02:59.701] One door been locked since when, why is never said but we know, we know
[03:03.219] I left that house for two rooms but it got a peephole
[03:07.271] I ain't been back since then but kids still see ghosts
[03:10.116] I'm not my ancestors dreams
[03:11.585] They in the room wishing they could smoke the weed
[03:14.327] Lean shadows, dust swirling in sunbeams
[03:16.472] Shadows reach for my son in dreams
[03:18.338] Some shadows that deep, shadow in me
[03:20.812] Crossing that threshold again
[03:22.855] They gon part like the sea
[03:23.845] Silently pointed to that room but I swear to the Lord I never had the key
[03:27.836] Somehow it's in my hand now, that brass turned green
[03:31.088] Grass dead in the yard
[03:32.393] Philistines chop down the avocado tree
[03:35.013] I put my ear to the door
[03:36.431] But all I could hear was my heartbeat
[03:40.548] God bless this sweet home, my beloved haunt
[03:46.888] 124 Bluestone crouched on thin haunch
[04:02.862] What kinda evil you got in there?
[04:04.426] It ain't evil, just sad. Come on, step on through