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(Brother
I guess its no from any place else in the world man, I look out my window i see the whole thing.
One side of the street, is Malone's Funeral and the
side's a library, try very hard to picture this shit
Walk through where I at
Where parents are to tell you they raise they kids at
you need half and half of an 8-ball, you can get that
Fuck with Little Rodney and you'll get all of your cracked
In a where slanging crack rock is not seen as a fuckin' recreation but a vocation
And the sellers, and the smokers are both
Got one eye on Minneapolis P.D. they both
3 for 50 is the and demand, and the
Twin Cities' American heartland, and
Been busy, masterminds apart plans
And hoop dreamers ballin' blisters on they hands
With chains danglin' the rims
strangles 'em from within
Till' the around the arm makes the veins stand at attention

I try to it out with a bed sheet the moonlight's as a curtain
'Cause I'm not comforted by red and lights when I'm hurtin'
Mommy loves you yeah I knew but I wasn't
'Cause the lenses through she views life wasn't workin'
As a boy she told me wait your father to come home
I'm 24 waitin' for my father to come home
And some parents only touch they children when a brought
why bad kids do bad shit, just so they could caught
And get touched, this up shit's rough
That's a big part of why so mixed up
Shit we don't have Bar
We become men the first our father hits us
And we open gifts up
Regina from across the street is beautiful
But for 50 bucks ain't she won't do to you
to be premium pussy now she used up
For that same 50 bucks she got to do some new
it takes for you to take the dollars out
If you don't then there's a day she'll turn her daughter out
of kids I'm fixing lunch for my first born
I had the windows wide open the weather's warm
That's when the greatest hits of Donnie
Got interrupted by a drive-by half a block away
Vaheem was in the window, he get hit though
All due to Allah

I see all this the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds
But you can call me modern urban Rockwell
I paint a of the spot well

I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes
Pen starts to scribble on it's own my numb
But you can call me urban Norman Rockwell
I paint a of the spot well

I see all this the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on own my minds numb
But you can call me modern Norman Rockwell
I paint a of the spot...well
(outside my window, outside my room. Outside my window, outside my room,i can just the soul.)