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 and duck away into the darkness Time's up, I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world I'm pretending the eyes ease open and it's dark again Listen to the sound, I'm 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 cast A window grows, 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 Of building a 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 them on 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 From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop At the core of 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 This ceremonial offering's dedicated to urban dysfunctional offsprings City governments are eternally napping Trapped in gritty covenants causing urban collapse And bullets that scar souls with dark holes Get more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal This society's deprivation depends not on our differences but the separation within No reparation is made, limited aid and 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 gonna put that in the back of my mind That's why I'm here That's why I'm here That's why I'm here I'm here I'm here I'm here I'm here