I love Sinners so much, I just wanna be the movie.
I wanna be the piece of High John in the mojo bag.
I wanna be the crate of corn liquor behind the bar.
I wanna be the floorboards during Pearline’s dance.
I wanna be the grease Annie fried that fish in.
I wanna be the strings on Sammie’s guitar.
I wanna be the golds in Stack’s mouth, the loose tobacco in Smoke’s unrolled cigarette.
I just wanna see more of these kind of, our kind of stories on screen.
I need it.














