Midnight

[Hook] The night is on my mind The sun'll still shine But the night is on my mind So parlay while I drop this rhyme [Verse 1] See, Jake be gettin illy when the sun get dark He be coming out for heads but shit don't let me start There's activities a-plenty in the nighttime For the ghetto child it seem to be the right time See, kids be getting stuck with jewels and fly gimmicks Shorty see the action and then start to mimic Running to the corner, the dice game is blazing Looking at the loot, it seems so amazing Puts the short down, to be exact one pound He shakes the stones in his hand, then he lets it down Scared money don't make none He threw a trick on the ace now he's out son Hits the local bodega to wolf down a gyro Son is on a midnight run like De Niro Spots a shorty rock standing on his block The fiends be hounding him to pump so he asked it it's not Conversation that he kicked to the shorty was a sly one Increased intensity, cause damn she was a fly one Took her to the crib there she ran her jibs About mind upliftment and being positive He yawned and he sighed til 1:05 Then he finally realized that honey wasn't live At least he didn't plan on building for the evening Threw the Fila on the dome and said 'Come on yo, we leaving' Came out on the scene as he told her to beep him Saw his man Stan with the blunt in his hand (Ah sh...) You know the transaction Brothers gettin lost in the weed satisfaction Coming down the block man loud as (fuck) You would swear Redman was inside the truck As the night seemed darker, cops is on a hunt They interrupt your cipher, and crush your blunt See you left your work at home so they pat you down for nothing Why in the hell does 10-4 keep fronting You push to the park even though it's still dark The kid is nice on the hoop, he said 'I'll spot you troop' [Hook] [Verse 2] As for me I'm a nocturnal animal, God concentrates On a young black man who makes the niggas speakers shake The nighttime is busy, it's word to Aunt Kizzy It's the time we get down, yo son, you know the sound The flavas on the top with the rugged beat to back it The night makes the aura and the Jake can't hack it The way the moon dangles in the midnight sky And the stars dance around, a-yo I think it's fly Intensity, most rappers don't see it Spirit wise, musically, you gotta be it Serenity and silence of the sounds and emotions In the concrete jungle and the sun don't bungle I think it's hard to find the words on how I feel I paid about a deuce twenty for the Ampex steel But let me slow down, I think I ran my jibs enough Peace out to the Nation, stay rugged and rough [Hook] [Outro] Did you know that the rate of AIDS in the Black and Hispanic community is rising at an alarming rate? Education is proper means for slowing it down