Keys On The Block

Midnight keys

Dust on the lid

Hands on the scars

Heart on the grid

I grew up where the floorboards creak

Mom humming over boiling steam

Bills on the fridge like wanted posters

Dreams in the couch with the crumbs in the sofa

Old piano in the church downstreet

Found my name in a cracked white key

Pastor said “boy, that sound is a gift”

I heard a door in my chest unlock and shift

Piano on the block, I let it talk for me

Notes spill out all the things I never speak

Every chord is a bruise that learned to breathe

(yeah, yeah)

I play the pain, let the rhyme walk free

Turn hard years into harmony

That old piano on the block keep saving me

(saving me, saving me)

Friends went left, disappeared in the sirens

I stayed late, hit escape in the silence

Writing my name in the dust on the fallboard

Telling myself I was built for a long war

Mama at the table with her tired eyes

Said “sing your prayers, make ‘em real this time”

So I loop that line when the night gets loud

Her voice in the vamp like a ghost in the crowd

Piano on the block, I let it talk for me

Notes spill out all the things I never speak

Every chord is a bruise that learned to breathe

(ohh)

I play the pain, let the rhyme walk free

Turn hard years into harmony

That old piano on the block keep saving me

(yeah, yeah, saving me)

Keys chipped up

But they still shine

I was half hope

Now I’m full-time

If I lose faith

In what I am

I just lay my hands

Where it all began

Piano on the block, I let it talk for me

Notes spill out all the things I never speak

Every chord is a bruise that learned to breathe

(let it breathe, let it breathe)

I play the pain, let the rhyme walk free

Turn hard years into harmony

That old piano on the block keep saving me

That old piano on the block keep saving me

(fade, fade)