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Rastafari Walk Tall
From: East London, (Hackney) |
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Forgotten Memories
One day in a china town I got up with my life stripped from me
The only thing I have is my alias on a dogtag written Acuity
I sometimes get flashbacks and visions to the war's brutalities
I'm haunted by them and the psychedelic, tripping sights of human debris
When I dream I'm haunted by faces rushing across my screen
Unkown smiles and waves, they strangers scaring me like banshees
Since that fatal flight plunged and left me with these deformities
I have lost to the wind memories and recognition of previous realities
All those stories of old vacations and situations are now fallacies
Only reason i know is due to stories told by those surrounding me
Ma cerebellum and bank of memory on scan is stricken with abnormalities
My days, my proclaimed life with my friends is simply a formality
The heart-wrenching thing, is the misplaced past with my family
No longer do I know who or where they are, there simply photographic entities
I can sit, try and remember my people but the is truth forever eluding me
I never have a moments peace of meditatative beautiful harmony
Because Im constantly racking my thoughts, looking but failing to see
A black vortex, television fuzz, with an epic buzz like a swarm of african bees
I light inscence every day, open up the bible, and pray to the lord by my mantel piece
Pleading, Begging, Yearning for him to simply give back my forgotten memeories
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