Текст песни Brother Ali - Room With a View
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[Brother Ali]One side of the street, is Malone`s Funeral Home and theOther side`s a library, try very hard to picture this shitWalk through where I live atWhere parents are embarassed to tell you they raise they kids atYou`ll need some half and half over 8 bar you can get thatFuck with Little Rodney and you`ll get all of your ribs crackedIn a location where slanging crack rock is not seen as a fuckin` recreation but a vocationAnd the cellars, and the smoke is a ????Got one eye on Minneapolis P.T. they both racin`3 for 50 is the supply and demand, and theTwin Cities` American heartland, and theyBeen busy, masterminds tearing apart plansAnd hoop dreamers ballin` with blisters on they handsWith chains danglin` from the rimsPain strangles `em from withinTill` the belt around the arm makes the veins stand at attentionI try to block it out with a bed sheet the moonlight`s as a curtain`Cause I`m not comforted by red and blue lights when I`m hurtin`Mommy loves you yeah I knew but I wasn`t certain`Cause the lenses through which she views life wasn`t workin`As a boy she told me wait till` your father to come homeI`m 24 still waitin` for my father to come homeAnd some parents only touch they children when a whips broughtThat`s why bad kids do bad shit, just so they could caughtAnd get touched, this growing up shit`s roughThat`s a big part of why were so mixed upShit we don`t have Bar Mitzvah`sWe become men the first time our father hits usAnd we don`t open gifts upSister Regina from across the street is beautifulBut for 50 bucks ain`t nothing she won`t do to youUsed to be premium pussy now she used upFor that same 50 bucks she got to do some new stuffWhatever it takes for you to take the dollars outIf you don`t intervene then there`s a day she`ll turn her daughter outSpeaking of kids I`m fixing lunch for my first bornI had the windows wide open `cause the weather`s warmThat`s when the greatest hits of Donnie HathawayGot interrupted by a drive-by shooting half a block awayVaheem was in the window, he didn`t get hit thoughAll please due to Allah[Chorus]I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes fromPen starts to scribble on it`s own my minds numbBut you can call me modern urban Norman RockwellI paint a picture of the spot wellI see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes fromPen starts to scribble on it`s own my minds numbBut you can call me modern urban Norman RockwellI paint a picture of the spot wellI see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes fromPen starts to scribble on it`s own my minds numbBut you can call me modern urban Norman RockwellI paint a picture of the spot...well