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
Duck away into the darkness
Times up
wind up in [bad word] 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
window grows 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 rock with antennas on top / Now
Nothing can stop in this land of the pain
The sane 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 my paper so I [bad word] back to them
Someday I’m hopin’ to close my eyes and pretend
That this [bad word] 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 offering’s dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
[What’s happening]
City governments are eternally napping
Trapped in greedy covenants causin’ urban collapse and
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 outward differences but the separation within
No preparation is made / Limited aid and minimum wage
Livin’ in a tenement cage where rent isn’t paid
Tragedy within a parade
The darkness over-spread
Like permanent plague on the forgotten 

In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up