(feat. Alchemist, Chali 2na)    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 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 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  Until the sun rises up