Music: Savannah Harris/Mette Rasmussen/Val Jeanty/Petter Eldh
Colorblind drug dog flopped on the floor, head on his paws
The customs palm my clean drawers
No matter how far you go it's the same law
Cheap suitcase spread open I had to help cause the zipper broken since Leon
I've been a nigga too long
I know the dance, I know the damn song
I know those clammy hands going from the crack of my ass to the weight of my balls
I know they hoping, the desperation grow as it drags on
I know I'm clean but wonder 'what if I'm wrong?'
One won't look at me, embarrassed
The other too far gone
I can see the muscles working in hеr jaw
Four white walls
No different than thе sides of highway city sidewalks
At times they've bent me over the high hood of a car
Time stalls
You world is that small
For the time
Your life, your dreams, your children, all fit in the palm of someone who never met you before
I don't know if they hate me
But that makes me hate them even more
Fists balled
Stomach knotted
She makes calls, x-rays the empty suitcase
Going back through my pockets
I look her dead in the face
Impotent rage behind the eyes, clenched teeth
That makes two of us lady
I pet the dog as I leave