Yahya - rememory Lyrics

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