Day & Night

BY THE TIME THIS IS DONE
YOU GONNA NOTICE YOU ALONE SON
WHO KEEP THEY WORD, WHO'S RIGHT AND WHO'S THE WRONG ONES
WHO HOLDS YOUR HAND THROUGH WAR, WHO THE STRONG ONES
YOU DONT SEE IT NOW...THEN YOU'LL SEE IT IN THE LONG RUN

DAY.....
Camofauluged in my suit and tie....
My desk are the sandbags I use as my shield....
Co-workers comrades....
My enemy is work....
My weapons are my pen, a computer and a phone....
A race against time....Day-dreaming of home....
I smile and I greet....Politely pretend.....Simply to blend....
I harbor my thoughts....
White collar, Blue Collar....In this world I'm lost....
Behind enemy lines....
A hostage, prisoner of a company....
I've been told what to wear....and how I'm expected to act....
I've been censored....
Balancing myself on a fine line....
I've been tamed like a wild lion....
And this is how I feel every day once the sunrise....


NIGHT.....
Comfortable in my jeans and hoody....
My block is my fort I use as my cover....
My friends are my brothers....
My enemys are frauds and those who oppose....
My weapons are my mind and my hands....
Love for my fam....Hate is apart of man....
A race against time....Deaths around the corner....
Marijuana aroma....alcoholic beverages....
Pissy hallways and a stench of cigarettes....
A do-rag....A hat with the brim to my nose....
Cement feelings, with an expression of stone....
A daughter to raise....And got to satisfy my wife....
So I sacrifice my life....And works taking a toll, lost my appetite at nights....
Family in the struggle....Most of my friends hustle....cops rush the block every night trying to cuff you....
But yet I feel secure....
I aint a hostage nor a prisoner to the streets....
These are my grounds..where I was raised, where I eat...
Tasted victory and I tasted defeat....
Unleashed and feel free, once I take one breath
And this is how I feel every night once the sunsets....