rememory

Memory of sin broken wings trapped her in Heart a broken tin opening to no one since Everythin' she been playing back can't forget Everythin' she did playing back so she give Feeling weak from the pain and the grief No release - need a home and a dream, she Break free - just to find her some peace Cuz a piece she can plant in the earth like seed, see That it grows from her roots to a tree She can see destiny in the stars when she dream Permanent - the grief make her weak Still, she need to believe that it won't just repeat Haunted by the cost, everything she lost What is gone will live on thru rememory a song Hidden in the text Vision of her next moves Memories a chain Pain we attach to Birds in the cage - forms fly away Cuz we not free from the memories Birds in the cage - forms fly away Cuz we not free from the memories Resenting us because we won't remember how they want it Now they twist our stories up, sell 'em all for a profit Claim to speak, cross divides When they only telling lies So we try, so we lie fighting til we die Frozen yeah we closing all the doors to the past Broken don't look back - we feel that we can't Spirit so suppressed - so we laugh, cry, sing, die Negligent of history Living it reciprocally we cycling revisiting (the pain) Born of the strain to reclaim all this lost hope Memories of pain Fear keep the eyes woke Staying in this plane, no escape through the grave though Boys run away to be free but the chains choke So hard to speak when you feel like you're see-through We need to Claim a space where you stay and you pray that they see you Birds in the cage - forms fly away Cuz we not free from our memories Birds in the cage - forms fly away Cuz we not free from our memories Sweet home, deep wound, still her feet move Play host, young ghost, til her will broke Acorn, reborn in her child no Brother claims it ain't safe so they both go Memories of loss, weigh a lot on a black soul No surprise that we mine all this pure gold Years of hatred yet, folks don't really wanna face it But reparation must be paid in more than empty statement They ask me why we out here Saying that we matter "You're stealing all our stories We noticing a pattern It has to be the masses" Ain't nowhere to go until sharing in our sadness, stagnant Til' my death is just as tragic Our girls just as magic to you It doesn't matter what they do The truth in our sorrow is the view And the memories are too Come to back the place where it used be What was gone lives in rememory Baby boy's been gone, she forget they face Come back to the grave with her baby name In a house like this one, words carry weight They can obscure or reveal the truth And hide or protect the week I am not alive nor dead nor gray nor anything absolute Nor anything absolute but I am black That may mean gamma ray or brown or turd Is another word that may mean brown in this intestinal trap Brown may mean Negro Negro may mean nothing I am in the middle of delusion I am in the way of nothing But I am in the way