The Hustle

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