Written at Night - Uncommon Nasa, Quelle Chris, Billy Woods

It’s glorious

Quiet beauty (Shh)

Silent stirs

Black like garbage bags in the night

Dark corners of light, glimmers

In and out of sleep on the way home

The first time seeing it, seeing this part of town or that part dark

Sparked but it’d be years apart before I called it art

I’m the first one to see the sunrise, this one’s mine

Two for the price of one, I’ve seen both suns in one day

While this untamed

The randomness can leave you thinking for a long time

Out all night, it’s just right

Quarters and payphones, but no ones home (wah?)

Sleep like I should be, but I’m a would be, could be city kid

Instantly paying dues and bids

My future rests on no beds

Like the first time that I saw it

Pitch dark, fluorescent light, ships through the night

Each step is more toward paranoia (watch out)

But peace is in the autonomy of these choices

Danger is freedom, fear on my behalf is emboldening

Like I carry all the concern with me

Strengthening my stance in every step, collected breath

I did this (me)

And when I finally do lay down my head

You’re best to know I found my life’s calling till I’m dead (till I’m dead)

I was smoking all night

I was smoking all night

Never missed a flight

Carry-on full of old soul

Everything cool still, climate control

I was soaring all morning

I was soaring all morning

Louder in a bong

Captain on the intercom

Surrogate sunrise on silver wing

I know the dreams that silver bring

Came through with riddles for kings

White man at the feet of the sphinx

Brought low as the sun rose

High as the sky fell

Prepare for landing, unbuckle seat belt

Gravity is my copilot

Iron island in the iris

Lego city from here so pretty

Take pity Lord, don’t let them get me

Russian nail, concrete charcoal clouds

Choppy water, drab Mexican brown

What goes up

Goes up

Just breaking the first forty-eight in

The conversation broke innovation

None will be recalled yet lost with greatness, patience

Light years measured here, be clear

You block him I pin holes in

Pupils sweating, heavy satin packing luggage

Posted Joe public in this private setting

Letting it all get to me now

It all fits in the saying

Breath of fresh air is cooler now than the AM

If I close down shop now

I could’ve been space and time minus the old bloke in a lab coat

In his bubble that’s the companion

The man that was the horizon to peep his light show, a siren

Fly new rounds doing back flips through my synapses

At this junction

Veterans in the style of loud consumption

Puffing, puffing you got the Faust?

now

Stopped in the crowd on rooftop when 2Pac dropped

Walking the line between D-Pac?

and slutty money shots

Commotion at this hour could be the slightest snap of an oak twig

Channeling the John McClane Haley Jo sent (I see dead people)

When the sun rise my walk in life might parallel hypnosis

Against advice from tonight’s attorney I take two more sips

And try to gauge which danger unseen remains the closest

Here lies yesterday, tomorrow and today

Here lies the month, next year and years away

Here lies our latest attempt at eternity before daybreak

When too early coexists with too late (too late)