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 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

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

A 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 anntenaes 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 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 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