The Night We Called It a Day

when the moon shines at noontime, and the sun blazes at midnight

dark and light coincide, i stay inside and keep the lid tight

catch sight of the morning that passes by through my window

another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows

spin slow drawn into strong voice of reason

standin’ in snow thinkin’ of summer,

just longin' for another season

belong in no particular region, but hear i stand

just rocked another show, just can't remember where i am

and my family’s far from here, but the stars are bright this evenin’

or this morning or this afternoon, just got here now i'm leavin’

and i sure remember tomorrow just as clear as i do yesterday

never dance with the devil, cuz i can’t afford that hell to pay

wanna blast through your speakers every time you press a “play”

wanna fix your phonograph so we could set the record straight

dear god i pray, just let me show this world a better way

how you helped through your heart all the times i fell away

i get to say these words and speak my peace to captive crowds

not certain if it's day or night, but i know the time is now

and if we ever lose the purpose as a prelude to the sound

lets just call it a day, and burn my empire to the ground

[listener]

amazingly, the cask of amontillado cracks wide open to vibrate your bravado

sewn up escape body bagger, like i'm the count of monte cristo

world tour: me ill coffee shopping and we're coming to your bistro

we show bright when it comes to your ability

i'll be yelling out homonyms like i dwell in possibility

we're gonna call it a day because i know you're feeling me

listener, rapper, a potpourri of life

all synonyms to cornucopia; i'm so glad you have a wife

in this wolf-eat-salmon world you better grab swords and sell your knives or

you'll get chopped up by needle when it spins over to my rhyme, yo

rap music guys and self titled artists alike

please think twice before you say your things on the microphone

i might not be, but i take it seriously

when you really listen to the words and you're not just hearing me

day and night

wrong or right

spill our guts with every breath on the mike

and hope you call it tight

if it's blind, give it sight

if it's dark, make it light

some call it music

deepspace calls it life [2x]

[playdough]

workin' it out, placin' my feet to concrete

hittin' the street with a vengeance, stench is so sweet

but bitter we consider every circle we pass

probl'y the reason that i’m breezin’ through class so steadfast we push to find the bush that was burnin'

stayin’ determined and yearnin' because the lessons we learnin' are life long

it’s my song i place to erase and transpose

all these average joes with weak flows

who knows not the true an’ livin' rose who ascended

blended with the beat; compete then apprehended

today's feelin' all right – color of nights

being blocked by the shock and the ray we playin’ right

now i've gone a full day without some wackness heard

the ones speakin' absurd are finally heeding my word

and now i'm left with nothing else to say

that’d be the night that i called it a day

[sev statik]

i'm gonna throw thoughts to a page

let 'em fall where they please

let 'em rise to the sky, rain down and form seas

an ocean of possibilities to dwell in

yellin' at the top of my lungs; convicted by stone tablets as a felon

a nocturnal being of love since the dawn of time

watch the sunrise in both my daughter's eyes

permanent shine, find my reflection inside

livin' to die, dyin' to live, with all glory given back to god

[freddie bruno]

it was the night that 24 turned into 12

had to dust my spiral off from the top of the shelf

on a blank page using the utensil of potential

i'm diggin' in my brain so i could rip the instrumental

with 20 bars left, and i'm consistent from the intro

lightin’ candle sticks as the rain hits my window

need to focus in, take the topic and let it flow

got 8 down for the count with 16 to go

the writer's blocks are stepping stones

toward the metronome

erasing deadlines with headlines placed in my poem

nocturnal with my journal, a wordplay professor

the aggressor, resembling soda cans under pressure

i'm shaken but not stirred; deterred from my train of think

now i'm aligned; readjusted to infuse the ink

i wanna handcuff the hands of time

no grace period allotted for; here's the sunshine

day and night

wrong or right

spill our guts with every breath on the mike

and hope you call it tight

if it's blind, give it sight

if it's dark, make it light

some call it music

deepspace calls it life [2x]

[sintaxtheterrific]

bet i'm casting nets that dredge the deep blue ways of wet

god's silhouette on watered palettes painted pink by suns that set

burnt from a long days work, but feelin' fine

tip its cap and pat the moon upon its back as day declines

catch the light switch as you slip into the evening

and curtsey to the sun as it dips below the ceiling

feeling sorta satellite; like the wind beneath my wings

walk a tightrope of gravity; keep lunar kites on orbit strings

man on the moonlight like dream before my time

like the moon reflects the sun; i make the black begin to shine

like the moon rewinds the waters, makes the ocean recline

i collapse your mind; i'm sintax the melancholy kind

redefine the best, framed fresh in terms of holiness

bless the mic device, 'cuz i get nice plus keep my conscience

hence i'll split the tense; mince words like sentence fragments

moondust or bust, cause i aint' in it for the cabbage

the incandescent crescent spits its omnipresent flame

but my fame would flicker out; my name sintax to wax and wane

for the name above names, so glad that christ came

the black burned bright the night we called it a day

shadows step on the one unearthed in every tongue

run underneath the cover of the night-time sun lungs broken and scraped; spoken on shattered breaks

pierce the black hole soul with my faith as i take

break minutes back from father time to coordinate seconds

i surround the 11th hour with sound as my weapon

feelin’ threatened coz they sweat the syndrome of the wicked

heading for your auditory where the listener would stick it

fix it with skill when it breaks from the construction

crushing your framework and far surpassing your presumption

sunrays buy your score; wind notes my surface sings

grey matter meteors on “record” for elohim

and when the sun sets some one lets the mic down

we pipe down, unplug it and leave it tied down

but not before we retire the pen

knowin’ tomorrow we'll be back just to do it again

shackled and scarred

i still maintain my phrase on dark days

a sullen world covered in pain

so from dusk 'till dawn i represent his word

deepspace 5: sent to serve

we travel in the sands of the lost and we understand

we battle with the possible chance we take the cross on your block

in your speakers dues is paid

we out for a change in the night we called it a day