Testo Amnesia - Th1rt3en, Pharoahe Monch

Amnesia

I woke up to a blindin' light in my face and asked «Where am I?»
An attractive nurse replied «ICU»
I retracted my first response and contemplated my retort, then
Thought to myself «Okay, I see you too»
Philosophical sergeant, war monkey, Caesar
I was seized and suffered head trauma, now I suffer from seizures, wrote
Fuck you in the palm of my hand as a contingency plan
Just to remember how to greet you, Amnesia
I’m sorry, what’s your name again? Oh, fuck you
Old man Logan, my memory slips
So I sip Hennessy quick to remmber my own nostalgia
Rappers get on my nrves, Fibromyalgia
The methamphetamines mean I’m a method-less recorder
I’m methodist with attention deficit disorder
So please can you forgive me if these words are never said
And trust me that they’re there, but they get stuck inside my head when I say
Even when I lost I hear
The sweetness of your charm
I’d never let go again
If I could hold you in my arms, oh
I love you, love you
I love you, love you
So if sleep is the cousin of death, then
Naturally naps are the nephews of narcolepsy
Which will inevitably destroy your agility
When being sedentary becomes the son of senility
It’s becomin' virtually impossible to cope
When I gargle with the lotion and brush my teeth with the soap
Scope, how I left my cell in the refrigerator
My brain used to contain about a thousand gigs of data
Now I’m watchin' new Al Pachino flicks screaming «Attica, attica»
Vexed on the floor doing stretches for my sciatica
Wide awake, staring at Late Night, watching The Roots perform like wait
That’s not Alex Haley in Africa?
Fragmented thoughts in a non linear thread
Beautiful sentiments get deferred after the meds
So please, could you forgive me if these words are never said?
But trust me that they’re there, but they get stuck inside my head when I say
Even when I lost I hear
The sweetness of your charm
I’d never let go again
If I could hold you in my arms, oh
I love you, love you
I love you, love you