Contact Sheet

[Verse 1]
First key in the lock of a door that ain't shotgun, south of the Pontchartrain.
Got the deed in a folder, slick with the morning rain, feel me?
Smell of chicory and mildew gone forever, this a whole new blend.
Grandma, I know you up there, hope this transmission can extend.
This is for the nights you worked the line at Dooky Chase,
for the flood-line pencil mark we finally could erase.
This the opposite of 'in the weeds', this is clean and plated, right?
A brand new darkroom, finna develop a little light.

[Chorus]
We broke the old frame, built a new one for the picture.
Yeah, we broke the damn frame, this a new developing mixture.
Grandma, you see this vision? This ain't fiction, this is scripture.
From a cracked foundation to a permanent fixture.

[Verse 2]
Mama saw the backyard, started talkin' 'bout a garden plot.
"'Son, I ain't gotta hear the streetcar,' she said, 'rattlin' the coffee pot.'"
This is over-exposed joy, burning through the negative space.
Every single sticky bar rag wiped down brought us to this place.
No more condensation blurring up the view, the focus razor-sharp.
Got a welcome mat that don't say 'Leave your sorrows' but 'Come play your part.'
This that full-bleed color print, no crooked mat, no dusty frame.
Finally saying more than just my government name.

[Bridge]
Every closing shift was just a long exposure, trying to catch a ghost.
Holding still inside the noise, doing the work that matters most.
Got that aperture wide open now, no shaking in the hand.
It's a whole new composition in a brand new frame.

[Chorus]
We broke the old frame, built a new one for the picture.
Yeah, we broke the damn frame, this a new developing mixture.
Grandma, you see this vision? This ain't fiction, this is scripture.
From a cracked foundation to a permanent fixture.

[Outro]
Yeah. A brand new focus. Pried the old one off the wall.
(beat cuts)
And now the whole damn house is the frame.