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And it Goes

from The Tortoise Hustle by Sankofa

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I suppose the lyrics on here could be considered the bookend to Boxscores. I've always been fascinated by the mostly unseen pieces which make the whole and this track was an opportunity for me to excercise that realm. Listening to the song now, I realize how much the Beach Boys' fingerprints are all over the hookwork.

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From socially conscious to a comatose hideaway
Some might have a rime to say, but what’s the time today?
Homeless cat in new sneaks leans back, a fly beret
Crime cats with a bribe to pay, let the vinyl play
The warrior dies, ironically his rival stays
Not ready to fight today, let him slide inside the grave
Sun bums sit on benches soaking up the brightest rays
Bikers raise pedals, testing mettle in a type of race
Unanswered letters gather dust from a Riker stay
The broke propose a type of trade, succumbing to a hype brigade
Mumbling for lights and glazed eyes with a pipe array
Practicing apologies, the things they’d like to say
Overripe, in the library for a cyber date
The truth spoken, veined hands holding a bible shake
Maybe take a walk by the lake, no need to violate
Foolish gold standard might appraise soon, the righteous ways


They lie awake and try to state their purpose in a fight today
Some sigh and ache, wishing for the days that they’d hire eight
Strippers…to leap out of giant cakes
Street sounds and iron grates, peep round the side and spray
Eastbound tonight’s parade, deep down the pride remains
Each found a vital rage to keep grounded by the way
A vial breaks and the argument begins
A dog’s hunger barking in the skin, bargaining for wins
In a Parka, thin, shaking like a fallen leaf
Making life a stall of grief, naked eyes, guys can all agree
They patronize kabbalah speak
Acknowledging, they fall asleep
her plate provides them all treat, from gator types to wallabies
Her labor’s life an olive tree branch from a dove’s beak
Trying to make enough for her tough lease, plus eat
Some nights, the pus leaks and her wounds weep
Another pushed underneath the rug with a broom sweep
Goons creep through the bruised streets with some new needs
Blinds getting drawn to subdued screams...true fiends
Crews accrue cream, bringing truth to gruesome dreams
Lucid themes, soon growing loose at the seams
Boosted boots and her jeans, singing the blues with a queen
Name of Lucille, betrayed by the gauge of the steel
A page is then peeled, surreal, trying to make an appeal
The patient is healed, pacing in an apron, revealed


The way the kids worked the words was quite amazing
but they couldn’t quite believe it
A cipher type of place to hide the secret
The white adidas, three stripes were type prestigious
No mic elitists, cop lights flash and then it’s time to beat it
A dash down the side street, moving wisely
fire escape, cooling down with iced tea
Wires and jakes, reviving to make the most dire of straits
Mind of minor replaced, dry cleaners minus a safe
Pining away
The kind of mind that might of betrayed for midas to save
the loosest of clothes and the tightest of braids
blinded with pay suicidal brigades

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from The Tortoise Hustle, released September 8, 2008
beat by El Keter

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