Moon in Cancer

Yo<br>This is to the entire Critical Mass<br>My nigga Tashawn, Jah Born, Big Tu<br>This how we do<br>Check it out<br>Yeah<br><br>[ Mos Def ]<br>Daylight disappears from sight<br>Sun bleeds on the bricks and brings forth the night<br>The red serenade give shade to backstreets<br>Heads adjust the EQ for bass in they jeeps<br>Sound like the drums of a neighboring tribe<br>Absorb the vibe, feels good, close my eyes<br>And step out ( ? ) by the crisp night air<br>I gotta stay aware, god, it`s demons out here<br>Adjust the headset `fore I begin this trek<br>Insert the cassette, press play on the deck<br>The horns echo, and I slip back in the zone<br>It`s time for the high plains man to roam<br>Yo, I be dealin with magic, some say mellow dramatic<br>Lingually acrobatic, stayin fluent in static<br>I work my way to your town as the day goes down<br>I got observatory view of the sight and sound<br>I feel completely out of place in this wack rat race<br>I`m the type of blackman that need color and space<br>But heads be dealin with waste, they be movin at haste<br>Herbs got somethin to prove, wanna stare in your face<br>Brothers wanna compete when there ain`t shit to win<br>They playin high-post now, I`m prepared for the end<br>They wanna profile they style like they got it so sweet<br>It ain`t about what you earn, it`s about what you keep<br>Man passes by in a aimless stroll<br>Barefoot in the street as the night grows cold<br>In reply to his sorrow he begins to dance<br>He claps his hands, we share an awkward glance<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br>Sun is falling<br>Moon is rising<br>(Yes yes y`all<br>Ah freak freak y`all<br>Freak freak y`all<br>And you don`t stop)<br><br>[ Mos Def ]<br>I keep mainly to myself, I ain`t got too many friends<br>While they be lookin for rocks I be searchin for gems<br>I got nothin to lose, I might as well be a winner<br>Try to radiate the light as the world gets dimmer<br>Poppa, haven`t you heard, there is power in words<br>I contemplate to elevate the average man on the curb<br>Who be slingin his rock, catchin hell from the cops<br>Got the world on his back, bein male, bein black<br>And it`s crazy mad stress, the city don`t rest<br>Can`t maintain your poise for the goddamn noise<br>So I`m watchin my clock because the day drifts off<br>At night I reason with myself and how I can get shit off<br>Might be readin a book or might be drinkin a stout<br>I might be thinkin it over, might just need to be out<br>I might be tryina get money, might be dealin with honeys<br>Might be geekin off these devils cause they so fuckin funny<br>Smokin a stoge on the D train chillin<br>Checkin the skyline of the Watchtower buildin<br>Images of black in the hills and the valleys<br>From the tight businessmen to the gods from the rallies<br>A basehead with the Moe Dee shades<br>A little girl with pretty eyes and her hair in braids<br>A mother rest on her seat, rubs her feet<br>Falls back into sleep, thousand fathoms deep<br><br>[ Ces ]<br>As the nighttime falls I creep through the dark<br>I check out the scenes in Fort Greene Park<br>Lost souls in empty memory lanes<br>No life to live and no goals to gain<br>This negatory provision is all around us<br>It`s systematic and frantic, the devil hounds us<br>Set to prevail I take back the night<br>Wake up my soul and take back my life<br>I sit back and wait for the right time<br>But I`m already here, it`s in the nighttime<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>[ Mos Def ]<br>Moonlight starts to fade away<br>Sun creeps up the bricks and brings forth the day<br>Sun is high and it`s AM again<br>It`s time for the killers to slay men again<br>( ? ) business day<br>I want this shit to be over, got no time to play<br>So if you wanna help, then do me this favor<br>Cut the nonsense and let me handle this paper<br>Time is money and money is time<br>Ain`t a damn thing free, so I must get mine<br>It`s ten to closing, yo son got to jettin<br>Headed back to the Brak to watch the sunset<br><br>[ CHORUS ]