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 and the powers that be 
And duck away into the darkness 
Times up 
I 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 
I’m nauseated by the polluted rot 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 
window grows and 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 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 on my paper so I [bad word] back to them 
Someday I’m hoping to close my eyes and pretend 
That this [bad word] 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 collapse 
And bullets that scar souls with dark holes 
Get more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal, for real 
This society’s deprivation depends now 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