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sankofa - cinderblock on the trunk lyrics

cement block so the trunk stays closed
abandoned lots, cadillac, and the grass as it grows
weeds curl around the wires of the rims in the tires
two of four are flattened, rubber pancakes, expired
jagged black cracks cutting through the walls of white
once righteous now tired in the halls of night
never falsified, rust creeping on the once majestic
paint flakes steady chipping under tons of pressure
years have passed, the passengers havе purchased other rides
back sеat was a bench without a belt to buckle tight
driveway snaking to a home no longer there
echoes of laughter, ghosts floating in the air
a few cinder blocks left behind
lumpy lot from a bas+m+nt filled, no card games to testify

blackbird da jeweler had the s+x toys
the brass knucks
the gold fronts and all of that
right there on pontiac
storefront church down the block in case some god you lacked
the scr+pyards where the totaled cars were often stacked
past the roundabout a place that used to be a stripclub
kept the signage but a place for cars to get them fixed up
a neon sign that no longer lit seductive promise
across the street from the used tire spot that got it
the wire spot that moved out the place but kept the landscape
an outdoor gym with broken pieces keep your hands safe
the place selling rugs, incense, and tiger statues
torn down years ago now a lot the weeds and grass grew
the tattoo shop right beside the broken payphone
the elco tap for tired workers on the way home
the used car lot that’s always changing ownership
a neighborhood that changes and i’m growing old with it
i’m just driving by, imagining what was
wondering if anything was ever in that trunk
maybe somebody looking for escape routes
gagged and bound, face down, silent after struggle
a blood bath of knuckles a troublesome path of rubble
the muzzle flashes on the shy, a final portrait taken
what better spot for a rolling grave than in between
all the factories. workers keep it moving, nothing seen
smoke breaks, cutting endless shifts to smaller parts
a purgatory for the bills to pay it’s all in dark
ala carte

cinderblock on the cadillac trunk
cinderblock on the cadillac trunk
cinderblock on the cadillac trunk
cinderblock on the cadillac trunk

- sankofa lyrics

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