Frgt-10
[00:13.36] From the top to the bottom
[00:14.61] Bottom to top I stop
[00:15.59] At the core I've forgotten
[00:16.85] In the middle of my thoughts
[00:18.11] Taken far from my safety
[00:19.36] The picture's there
[00:20.82] The memory won't escape me
[00:22.59] We're stuck in a place so dark
[00:24.10] You can hardly see
[00:25.35] The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe
[00:27.83] And as the rain drips acidic questions around me
[00:30.32] I block out the sight and the powers that be
[00:32.83] And duck away into the darkness
[00:34.60] Times up
[00:35.58] I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend
[00:40.58] And the eyes ease open
[00:42.08] And it's dark again
[00:43.83] From the top to the bottom
[00:44.84] Bottom to top I stop
[00:45.83] At the core I've forgotten
[00:46.84] In the middle of my thoughts
[00:48.33] Taken far from my safety
[00:49.35] The picture's there
[00:50.83] The memory won't escape me
[00:52.34] But why should I care?
[00:54.83] In the memory you'll find me
[00:58.58] Eyes burning up
[01:03.83] The darkness holding me tightly
[01:08.35] Until the sun rises up
[01:18.08] Listen to the sound
[01:19.32] Dizzy from the ups and downs
[01:20.86] I'm nauseated by the polluted rot that's all around
[01:23.36] Watching the wheels of cars that pass
[01:24.89] I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts
[01:28.86] A window grows, captures the eye
[01:30.81] And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by
[01:33.35] And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box
[01:35.61] Inside a building of rock with antennas on top, now
[01:38.83] Nothing can stop in this land of the pain
[01:41.58] The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game
[01:43.58] And while the insides change
[01:44.83] The box stays the same and the figure inside could bear anybody's name
[01:48.57] The memories I keep are from a time like then
[01:51.33] I put on my paper so I could come back to them
[01:53.59] Someday I'm hoping to close my eyes and pretend
[01:56.12] That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again
[01:59.33] Yo, from the top to the bottom
[02:00.35] Bottom to top I stop
[02:01.35] At the core I've forgotten
[02:02.58] In the middle of my thoughts
[02:04.08] Taken far from my safety
[02:05.08] The picture's there
[02:06.59] The memory won't escape me
[02:08.33] I'm here at this podium talking
[02:10.08] The ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
[02:14.08] What's happening?
[02:15.08] City governments are eternally napping
[02:16.33] Trapped in greedy covenants
[02:17.85] Causing urban collapse
[02:19.08] And bullets that scar souls with dark holes
[02:21.08] Get more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal, for real
[02:24.88] This society's deprivation depends not on our differences but the separation within
[02:26.33] No preparation is made
[02:27.08] Limited aid, minimum wage
[02:31.33] Living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid
[02:35.08] Tragedy within a parade
[02:36.58] The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague
[02:39.33] I'm the forgotten
[02:41.38] In the memory you'll find me
[02:44.32] Eyes burning up
[02:49.84] The darkness holding me tightly
[02:54.83] Until the sun rises up
