[Verse 1: Cinematic hip-hop male MC, knocking drums and deep sub bass, no piano yet] Two years home and they still lock the car when I pass Every landlord read my file, then they ask for the cash Every job got a little box and I check it like a scar Every manager I meet says they'll call, there we are Miss Carla next door, she the only one who don't Seventy-one years old, she don't scare and she won't Says, I'm goin' to my sister's down south for two weeks Feed the cat, get the mail, don't you let the faucet leak Then she pulls out a key on a little red string Puts it in my palm like a diamond ring Walks to the cab, never once looked back Two years nobody trusted me with nothin', and that's that [Hook: Cinematic hip-hop male MC, piano arrival, grand piano chords land, huge drums, raw full voice] Spare key on a red string, heaviest thing I own Nobody had a second they could spare, now I'm holdin' her home Everybody counted me out, she just counted on me Spare key on a red string, and it's all that I need [Verse 2: Cinematic hip-hop male MC, piano and drums, harder cinematic hip-hop bars] Day one, fed the cat, double-checked it, locked it tight Day two, came back just to check it again that night Day four, fixed the screen that was hangin' by a screw Day six, cut the grass, 'cause what else I'm gon' do Neighbors on the porch seein' me come out her place First time on this street nobody called it in my face First time somebody's mama looked at me like kin First time I walked a block and I was welcome in it then Sittin' on her step with the key in my fist Feelin' like a man that the world couldn't miss Red string wrapped twice round my wrist like a band Two weeks I been carryin' a whole house in my hand [Bridge: Cinematic hip-hop male MC, huge drums, pounding grand piano] Two weeks later, she pulls up with a bag I hand her back the key and she laughs at the tag Says, baby, that door ain't been locked in forty years That key was never for the house, I made that key for you right here [Final Hook: Cinematic hip-hop male MC, full grand piano and huge drums, raw full voice] Spare key on a red string, heaviest thing I own Nobody had a second they could spare, now I'm holdin' her home Everybody counted me out, she just counted on me Spare key on a red string, and it's all that I need [Outro: Cinematic hip-hop male MC, drums and piano ride out] Keep it, she said, keep it on the string First thing anybody ever gave me, and it's everything [End]
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