Frgt-10
[00:12.87] From the top to the bottom
[00:14.11] Bottom to top I stop
[00:15.62] At the core I've forgotten
[00:16.64] In the middle of my thoughts
[00:17.85] Taken far from my safety
[00:19.15] The picture's there
[00:20.62] The memory won't escape me
[00:22.37] We're stuck in a place so dark
[00:23.87] You can hardly see
[00:25.14] The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe
[00:27.59] And as the rain drips acidic questions around me
[00:30.37] I block out the sight and the powers that be
[00:32.87] And duck away into the darkness
[00:34.39] Times up
[00:35.62] I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend
[00:40.36] And the eyes ease open
[00:41.64] And it's dark again
[00:43.41] From the top to the bottom
[00:44.37] Bottom to top I stop
[00:45.64] At the core I've forgotten
[00:46.87] In the middle of my thoughts
[00:48.12] Taken far from my safety
[00:49.61] The picture's there
[00:50.87] The memory won't escape me
[00:51.88] But why should I care?
[00:54.37] In the memory you'll find me
[00:58.64] Eyes burning up
[01:03.62] The darkness holding me tightly
[01:08.88] Until the sun rises up
[01:18.12] Listen to the sound
[01:19.37] Dizzy from the ups and downs
[01:20.63] I'm nauseated by the polluted rot that's all around
[01:23.37] Watching the wheels of cars that pass
[01:24.87] I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts
[01:28.87] A window grows, captures the eye
[01:30.86] And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by
[01:33.12] And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box
[01:35.37] Inside a building of rock with antennas on top, now
[01:38.63] Nothing can stop in this land of the pain
[01:40.11] The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game
[01:43.39] And while the insides change
[01:44.60] The box stays the same and the figure inside could bear anybody's name
[01:48.61] The memories I keep are from a time like then
[01:50.87] I put on my paper so I could come back to them
[01:53.63] Someday I'm hoping to close my eyes and pretend
[01:56.11] That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again
[01:58.37] Yo, from the top to the bottom
[01:59.87] Bottom to top I stop
[02:01.13] At the core I've forgotten
[02:02.37] In the middle of my thoughts
[02:03.62] Taken far from my safety
[02:05.37] The picture's there
[02:06.62] The memory won't escape me
[02:07.86] I'm here at this podium talking
[02:09.86] The ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
[02:13.84] What's happening?
[02:14.12] City governments are eternally napping
[02:16.62] Trapped in greedy covenants
[02:17.87] Causing urban collapse
[02:19.12] And bullets that scar souls with dark holes
[02:20.87] Get more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal, for real
[02:23.65] This society's deprivation depends not on our differences but the separation within
[02:28.62] No preparation is made
[02:30.11] Limited aid, minimum wage
[02:32.37] Living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid
[02:35.11] Tragedy within a parade
[02:36.62] The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague
[02:38.36] I'm the forgotten
[02:40.13] In the memory you'll find me
[02:45.37] Eyes burning up
[02:49.62] The darkness holding me tightly
[02:54.62] Until the sun rises up
