This is home for me... and at times i find it unrecognizable
when the sun goes down, a cold feeling is left inside of you
and the only thing reliable is instinct, reaction and timing
but we're all alike in the night, no need for categorizing
worlds of row houses after another like a planet alignment
showing face is cliche, but street lights capture the hiding
some say it's actually frightning, while more of us laughing
6:00 PM, 7:00 PM, just watch the metamorphysis happen
see the truth comes out, and it shows in the dark, carefull ...
remain fear full, cause in a essence, we're all ware wolves
fluctuation's drastic, light and dark estrange from another
things change so rapidly just hours away from each other
it's worth the sighting, see what the teeniest light can bring
the moon is working night shift, keeping an eye on things
see this is where i take my hat off, and kick my feet up
cop'd a grip of cheeba, hangin' out drinkin and twistin reefa
living it with my peoples, remembering some of the days
only to look at it now, realizing that nothing has changed
maybe it was just me who looked at it from a broader zone
night and day is the same, standing on the cobble stones ...
(Points to the left)
Thats where i used to go to school
(Points across the street)
Thats Mr. Walkers Barber shop
(Points to the right)
Thats the park thats known for the pool
(Points to the next street)
All the stores are on the market block
but now surounded by narcs and cops, it's hard to watch
new changes with new faces, seems like a foreign spot
where noone knows anyone but seems to know everybody
day and night don't matter when people resemble zombies
we sleep when the light comes, and wake when it goes
the night symbols the fast life, while the day is just slow
as my hazey mind thinks, the more i'm compelled and torn
how many can look at the sun and say they felt it's warmth
however, most of us are content with the chills of night
kind of like an affair that shouldn't be, but it feels so right
it's like, a changed atmosphere of different opportunities
the possibilities are endless for some pursuing dreams ...
when we should be asleep, instead we're cooking schemes
ways to flip, to make some chips it's like a movie scene
but a useless theme, unclear and hard to say it's ending
instead of making most of our time, we make pretending
but i know my limits, aware of the time and surroundings
time to be outtie, call it a night, then wake up 5 for the outing
i walk to the cobble streets, suddenly see a light that roars
and a honking horn, tires screeching... the light is gone
my friends yelling "call the medics, its gonna be alright, cmon"
i finally got the answer to what i though about right before
what connects the night to day................................ ......
.................are the talks of what happened the night before