Keys, black, ivory, Fingers wake a sleeping song, Music fills the room.

A half-baked project of the glass you look through, Accessory of the richest who are decked. If you think it's in Monopoly, you'd just be a fool, A victim of most famous Mandela Effect.

Great on the skin, just wash me warm. I'm terrible in the mouth, go take a sip. Manmade gin, made it easy pickin'.

I got a hole that hungers to be filled And once i'm satisfied, a path will be revealed

As a verb, you do this with a bad habit that you want to stop doing. As a noun, you can find me in raised sidewalks.