作曲 : Brother Ali Shadows on the sun (multiple voices) Yea, well I guess its no where different from anywhere else in the world man I look out my window I see the whole thing One side of the street, is Willows funeral home and the other side the library Try very hard to picture this **** Walks is where I live at Where parents are embarrassed to tell ya where they raised their kids at You need some half and half of a 8 ball, you can get that **** with little Rodney, you get all of your ribs cracked In a location where slang (crack rock) is not seen as a ******* recreation but a vocation And the fellas and the smokers are both pasty Get one eye on Minneapolis PT, they both racing 3 for 50, that's the supply and demand And the twin cities, American heartland And they've been busy, mastermind, tearing apart plans And hoop dream is ballin with blisters on their hands With chains danginling from the rims Pain strangles them from within Till a belt around the arm, makes the vein stand at ATTENTION!! I try to block it out with a bed sheet, the moon lights is the curtin Cause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm hurtin Mommy loves you, yea I knew, but I wasn't certain Cause Aneice is through, but she views life wasn't working As a boy she told me 'wait for your father to come home' I'm 24, still waitin for my father to come home And some parents only touch their children when the whips brought That's why bad kids to bad ****, just so they can get caught, and get touched This growing ups **** rough That's a big part of why we're so mixed up **** we don't have Bar Mitzvah's, we become men the first time our father hits us, and we don't open gifts up Sister Angena, from across the street is beautiful But for 50 bucks, there nothin she wouldn't do to you Used to be premium *****, but now she's used up For that same 50 bucks, she's gotta do some new stuff Whatever it takes to make you pull the dollars out If you don't intervene, then there's a day she'll turn her daughter out Speaking of kids, I'm fixing lunch for my first born I had the windows wide open cause the weathers warm That's when the greatest hits of Donny Hathaway got interrupted by a driveby shooting half a block away Faheim was in the window, he didn't get hit though All praise to Allah I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from Pen starts to scribble on its own, my minds numb But, you can call me modern urban Normal Rockwell (3x) I paint a picture of the spot well Outside my window (5x) I can just feel that... summer breeze
作曲 : Brother Ali Shadows on the sun (multiple voices) Yea, well I guess its no where different from anywhere else in the world man I look out my window I see the whole thing One side of the street, is Willows funeral home and the other side the library Try very hard to picture this **** Walks is where I live at Where parents are embarrassed to tell ya where they raised their kids at You need some half and half of a 8 ball, you can get that **** with little Rodney, you get all of your ribs cracked In a location where slang (crack rock) is not seen as a ******* recreation but a vocation And the fellas and the smokers are both pasty Get one eye on Minneapolis PT, they both racing 3 for 50, that's the supply and demand And the twin cities, American heartland And they've been busy, mastermind, tearing apart plans And hoop dream is ballin with blisters on their hands With chains danginling from the rims Pain strangles them from within Till a belt around the arm, makes the vein stand at ATTENTION!! I try to block it out with a bed sheet, the moon lights is the curtin Cause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm hurtin Mommy loves you, yea I knew, but I wasn't certain Cause Aneice is through, but she views life wasn't working As a boy she told me 'wait for your father to come home' I'm 24, still waitin for my father to come home And some parents only touch their children when the whips brought That's why bad kids to bad ****, just so they can get caught, and get touched This growing ups **** rough That's a big part of why we're so mixed up **** we don't have Bar Mitzvah's, we become men the first time our father hits us, and we don't open gifts up Sister Angena, from across the street is beautiful But for 50 bucks, there nothin she wouldn't do to you Used to be premium *****, but now she's used up For that same 50 bucks, she's gotta do some new stuff Whatever it takes to make you pull the dollars out If you don't intervene, then there's a day she'll turn her daughter out Speaking of kids, I'm fixing lunch for my first born I had the windows wide open cause the weathers warm That's when the greatest hits of Donny Hathaway got interrupted by a driveby shooting half a block away Faheim was in the window, he didn't get hit though All praise to Allah I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from Pen starts to scribble on its own, my minds numb But, you can call me modern urban Normal Rockwell (3x) I paint a picture of the spot well Outside my window (5x) I can just feel that... summer breeze
