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

We re stuck in a place so dark, you could hardly see
A 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
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
Watchin the wheels of cars that pass
I look past to the last of the
light and the long shadows it casts
A window grows and captures the
eye
And cries out yellow light as it passes me by
And a young, shadowy
figure sits in front of a box
Inside a building of rocks 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 on my paper so I could come
back to them
Someday i m hopin to close my eyes and pretend
That this
crumpled up paper can be perfect 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

I m here at the podium talking, the ceremonial
offerings
Dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
What s
happening
City governments are eternally napping
Trapped in greedy
covenants, causin urban collapsing
Bullets that scar souls, with dark holds,
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
Livin
in a tenement cage where rent isn t paid
Tragedy within a parade
The
darkness overspread like permanent plauge
I m the forgotten

In the
memory you ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly

Until the sun rises up

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