Locksmith - Sage Francis

I. Feel.

A. Little.

Apprehensive.

Talking to

You you.

About.

My.

Life.

With.

My.

Own.

Voice

Although.

I. Think.

People.

Will.

Relate.

And.

Understand

Dade County

Miami

A baby boy, livin' in a hotel with his parents

Mommy was a maid there

Don’t really know what pops did but

He was trainin' to be a locksmith

We moved up the coast

Back to where the grandparents lived

Perhaps for cash

I didn’t think to ask as a kid

And I don’t where pops went, but things seemed stable

Even when he left his keys on the table

My single mom

She was able to make it without relationships

Every so often, pops would show up and babysit

It never made me think about his day job a lot

Until the day when my mom’s changed the locks

In those days

When he watched me, when I think back, in some ways

Made up of coffee, six packs and gun play

Pornography and projects, step siblings and half relatives

But havin' kids is bad for business

Girlfriends were the rage then

Babies in the playpen

Toddlers were forgotten in front of television stations

It wasn’t just one way to say things

Between the two households

I out rode all types of combinations

Breakin' these codes and peekin' through key holes

Finger on the pulse, stethoscopes broke the needle

Put my ear to the ground, you hear the pins drop

Gears in the clock

Turned like my stomach turned like the dial on a padlock

Rhode Island was the backdrop

The world was the oyster

Crack the shell, hand the pearl over to the lawyer

In family court I make judgments

I’m a product of my father’s trade and my mother’s substance

I. Feel.

A. Little.

Apprehensive.

Talking to

You you.

About.

My.

Life.

With.

My.

Own.

Voice

Although.

I. Think.

People.

Will.

Relate.

And.

Understand

That kid weighs twelve pounds WITH my dick in his mouth