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 Pearlineâs dance.
I wanna be the grease Annie fried that fish in.
I wanna be the strings on Sammieâs guitar.
I wanna be the golds in Stackâs mouth, the loose tobacco in Smokeâs unrolled cigarette.
I just wanna see more of these kind of, our kind of stories on screen.
I need it.














