I Remember

Verse 1 The block got hit, stripped bare, daylight robbery, Lethargy hangs thick, doubt drinks shots in the pub with me. Another carbon-copy day, fake moves, shadow acting, Barflies swarm the light, then vanish after sock-hop dancing. Moving to the rhythm of the same dead drum, Some will never own we sang a feeling better than them. Numbed out till popcorn-rock is suddenly “hip”, Burn CDs, download, copy, then quit (fuck this). Loose lips sliding deep into ego trips, Skill levels dipped hard when emo hit (shit). No plan for who’s steering the future ahead, Empty dreams on replay, stealing steelo instead. Stop-and-go heartbeat, no target, go, Speed-chase thoughts, hunt the madman, stop — reload. Who erased the meaning of “copacetic” from life? Editing credits for those who were meant to get rights. We pushed back, still let it slide through, A penny weighs heavy on a tongue when lies brew. Add one action, a talent for conflict and spite, For the enemy always — never a friend of mine. I can show understanding, juggle time like demands, “Pay what we’re owed” scribbled deep in our hands. Break’s over, now they wanna talk business, Kids flip tricks like Kris-mas, sharp with the mischief. Petty crimes, small fish in polluted ponds, (gunshot) “Yo, what was that?” — silence responds. Neutral gears stall while they rock the boat, MCs don’t teach, they just push the dope. Somehow coke got us framed on the TV screen, Filling gaps while they jack our schemes. Now the world swears we’re cracked on crack, Good you’re watching — I remember why I rap. Chorus I remember what it’s for, through the smoke and the pain, Through the lies they sell cheap, through the blood in the rain. They can brand us mad, broken, lost in the mix, But I’m still here standing — (fuck) their scripts. I remember what it’s for, when the lights burn low, When the truth gets taxed and the silence gets sold. Call it prison-sieve living, let it all slip, But my voice stays heavy — (shit) won’t dip. Verse 2 Why do the weak hunt a chorus, preach like teachers in suits? Write down facts, then invent them, dilute the truth. Seizures as leisure, trends your flock can inherit, In a doctor’s lobby, needles teach fear to a fetus. Mistrust takes point, marching straight to the front, Splintered by relations, love rots into a stunt. Early bird gets wounded first round here, Fake bait shocks hard — no worm, just fear. You hate how tasteless the climate’s become? Swap nature for plastic, call innovation “fun”. Greatness shouldn’t wait around swallowing blame, No seraph caused the damage in this rigged little game. Break-in case, address violated, Clear your head, mate, handle the rest, stay faded. Found the state’s best-kept property stash, Now the youth owe rent, leasing stress by the month — (bastards). Nothing shown but grotesque and grim, Truth got a notice: “Removed from the system.” They said assimilation was basic, expected, Mental soil ploughed — resistance dissected. It’ll never be finished, the grind never ends, Back to words, to value, to currency trends. Cool the noose, disprove urgency’s claim, Spit it out now, let pressure escape. Clock the urges, trace where they rise, Know why the rush is weaponised. Purge the lurking fits dressed up as fate, Idiots skipped by missions of liquid ice states. Star-children pay interest bland and obscene, Images copy essence, suggest what they mean. Fast rejection of drastic on conspiracy lists, The term stays the same — “Prison-Sieve” — (fuck this).