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(Brother Ali) |
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I guess its no different from any place else in the world man, I look out my window i see the whole thing. |
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One side of the street, is Malone's Funeral Home and the |
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Other side's a library, try very hard to picture this shit |
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Walk through where I live at |
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Where parents are embarassed to tell you they raise they kids at |
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you need some half and half of an 8-ball, you can get that |
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**** with Little Rodney and you'll get all of your ribs cracked |
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In a location where slanging crack rock is not seen as a ****in' recreation but a vocation |
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And the sellers, and the smokers are both patient |
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Got one eye on Minneapolis P.D. they both racin' |
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3 for 50 is the supply and demand, and the |
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Twin Cities' American heartland, and they |
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Been busy, masterminds tearing apart plans |
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And hoop dreamers ballin' with blisters on they hands |
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With chains danglin' from the rims |
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Pain strangles 'em from within |
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Till' the belt around the arm makes the veins stand at attention |
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I try to block it out with a bed sheet the moonlight's as a curtain |
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'Cause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm hurtin' |
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Mommy loves you yeah I knew but I wasn't certain |
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'Cause the lenses through which she views life wasn't workin' |
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As a boy she told me wait till' your father to come home |
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I'm 24 still waitin' for my father to come home |
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And some parents only touch they children when a whips brought |
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That's why bad kids do bad shit, just so they could caught |
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And get touched, this growing up shit's rough |
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That's a big part of why were so mixed up |
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Shit we don't have Bar Mitzvah's |
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We become men the first time our father hits us |
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And we don't open gifts up |
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Sister Regina from across the street is beautiful |
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But for 50 bucks ain't nothing she won't do to you |
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Used to be premium pussy now she used up |
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For that same 50 bucks she got to do some new stuff |
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Whatever it takes for you to take the dollars out |
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If you don't intervene then there's a day she'll turn her daughter out |
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Speaking of kids I'm fixing lunch for my first born |
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I had the windows wide open 'cause the weather's warm |
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That's when the greatest hits of Donnie Hathaway |
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Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting half a block away |
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Vaheem was in the window, he didn't get hit though |
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All please due to Allah |
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(Chorus) |
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I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from |
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Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds numb |
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But you can call me modern urban Norman Rockwell |
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I paint a picture of the spot well |
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I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from |
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Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds numb |
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But you can call me modern urban Norman Rockwell |
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I paint a picture of the spot well |
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I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from |
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Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds numb |
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But you can call me modern urban Norman Rockwell |
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I paint a picture of the spot...well |
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(outside my window, outside my room. Outside my window, outside my room,i can just feel the soul.) |