The Hustle - Marah

Burn off the morning smog with heat that’s blazing from my rush

I’m paying dearly for this flash of light I have become

I can’t just hold my breath and stop a pulse I’m not controlling

So I hit the pavement as the hustle breaks into a run

We’re in the hustle now and there’s violence in its techno heart

Bleeding our brothers, lovers, others into faded scars

Good luck believin' now the gears are turning down beneath us

She’ll use my blurry dawn to mine the gold underneath us

I heard a rumor that time

It’s really just a lion that barks in your mind

For no reason

Dealin' the hustle now, it’s jivey talk is so confusing

Can’t turn the music down to silence out the rest of you

No time for real it’s goin' to carve you up like bayonettes

Into a rollin' dawn of modernist art loneliness

This motion in the street

This watchin' my anger

There’s hell enough to pay

For smilin'

I’m a leave the hustle one day when I can’t do it no more good

Slip the brown bag from my bottle and fill it with my master’s gold

Come clean with luck and God inside some Port Authority urinal

Claim me a country hill and a woman with which to grow old