Hey

I read one day

On the bus to Sydney

Catching public transport

Reduces pollution

Death become the outcome, brother

So does catching public diseases

Reduces your white cells, son

All that fun and games

Now you six feet under

Covered

Tears of sorrow fall of a cheek

Not just your mother

Mother

Close to your roots 

There before

Nurtred by the earth

Heavens you explore

Anyway, you lucky

You not here no more

My mind is sore

So much jealousy and hatred upon our land

No one else of color or sex can understand

Another man or woman's identity

Unity? Only a figment of your imagery

Image



Pushing all energy

From mental to nerves to create movement

And the sum they all observe

And that's how they occour

Put all minds to ideas

Eventually emerge



Memories, memories, memories

Memories, memories, memories

Memories, memories, memories



Dreams in night blood, so visual

Maximum colors senses

They're never minimal

Some evil, though

Nightmares are a bitch

Dreams in night blood, so visual

Nightmares are a bitch

'Cause if I were back in that dream

My head be off by a witch

Damn, sometimes I still flinch

Memories memories

Damn, sometimes I still flinch

Damn, sometimes I still flinch

Memories, memories, memories