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What's up? You've reached Mike. Give me a detailed m...
Please enter your pa--
First message,
Yo, Mike. This is Chali 2na, w'sup, man? I'm just trying to catch up with you man so we can
go ahead and get this song on the roll, with a pot-n-a-d... haha, call me back, peace.

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, 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,
Nauseated by the polluted rock 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 they 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 cerimonial offerings,
Dedicated to urban, dysfuntional offspring,
What's happening? City governments,
Are eternally napping, trapped in greedy,
Convenants causing urban collapsing,
Bullets that scar souls with dark holes,
Get more than your car stole,
Some hearts be blacker than charcoal,
For real! This society's deprivation depends,
Not on our differences but the separation within,
No preparations is made,
Limited age, and minimum wage,
Living in a tenement cage for innocent pay,
Tragedy within a parade,
The darkness overspreads like a permenent 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...

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