From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture’s there
The memory won’t escape me
We’re stuck in a place so dark
You can hardly see
The manner of matter that splits
With the words I breathe
And as the rain drips
Acidic questions around me
I block out the sight
Of the powers that be
And duck away into the darkness
Times up
I wind up in a rusted world
With eyes shut
So tight
That it blurs into the world of pretend
And the eyes ease open
and it’s dark again
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture’s there
The memory won’t escape me
But why should I care
In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
Listen to the sound
Dizzy from the ups and downs
And nauseated by the polluted rock
That’s all around
Watching the wheels of cars that pass
I look past
To the last of the light
And the long shadows it casts
A window grows
Captures the eye
And cries out a yellow light
As it passes me by
And a young, shadowy figure
Sits in front of a box
Inside a building of rock
With antennas on top
Now
Nothing can stop in this land of the pain
The same lose
Not knowing they were part of the game
And while the insides change
The box stays the same
And the figure inside
Could bear anybody’s name
The memories I keep
Are from a time like then
I put em on paper
So I could come back to them
Someday i’m hoping to close my eyes and pretend
That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again
Yo, from the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture’s there
The memory won’t escape me
I’m here at this podium talking
The ceremonial offerings
Dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
What’s happening
City governments are eternally napping
Trapped in greedy covenants
Causing urban collapsing
Bullets that scar souls
With dark coals
Get more than your car stole
Some hearts be blacker than charcoal
For real
This society’s deprivation depends
Not on our differences
But the separation within
No preparation is made
Limited aid
Minimum wage
Living in a tenement cage
Where rent isn’t paid
Tragedy within a parade
The darkness overspreads
Like a permanent plague
I’m the forgotten
In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up |
