Lyrics
The ice in the Faygo Redpop cracks under the plastic straw.
You see her '19 Equinox parked two blocks from the old saw-
-mill, behind Grecian Gardens, the spot they closed in the fall.
You know Dave's on third shift tonight, you ain't even gotta make the call.
The passenger seat's fogged up, the silhouette is not his frame.
You feel that cold recognition, the taste of rust and secondhand shame.
And the silence in your '08 Impala gets heavy as an engine block,
a truth you never asked to carry, a busted, un-windable clock.
[Chorus]
This ain't your foundation to test, you tell yourself under your breath.
This ain't your framework to salvage, you ain't the architect of this death.
You turn the key, that cold metal bites, don't look back, just let it drift west.
This ain't your foundation to test.
[Verse 2]
You remember last October, the phone call from Sinai-Grace,
Dave talking through a wired jaw, the whole right side of his face
a new kind of blueprint for ruin, a topography of disgrace.
He said, "She's the only joist holding the damn roof up in this place."
And you got the demolition order swinging right here in your coat pocket,
a photograph glowing on a cracked screen, you should just lock it.
That exhausted hope he's finally got, it's a thin sheet of drywall, man.
You punch a hole through it, the whole damn house could fall where you stand.
[Chorus]
This ain't your foundation to test, you tell yourself under your breath.
This ain't your framework to salvage, you ain't the architect of this death.
You turn the key, that cold metal bites, don't look back, just let it drift west.
This ain't your foundation to test.
[Bridge]
[Instrumental Breakdown - 20 seconds. Synths swell and decay over the 808.]
[Whispered Vocals enter, layered and rhythmic, panning left to right]
(It's not your place... let him have the peace... it's not your place... what he don't know...)
[Outro]
The dashboard light's a dull orange hum, check engine, check your gauge.
Just hope the rust holds for another Michigan winter's rage.
About Cinderblock Monk
Marcus Jones, known as Cinderblock Monk, was raised in the shadow of Detroit's shuttered auto plants. His father, a GM line worker, died when he was 12, leaving behind a stack of Blue Note jazz records that became Marcus's first instrument. Two years ago, his mother passed, leaving him the family home in Delray, where he now writes rhymes on an MPC at the kitchen table. These songs are an…
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