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Project Window

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Текст песни NAS - Project Window




Project WindowBlack hoods, cops 'n projectssewers flooded with foul blockageThe gutter's wild and every child watchesChangin top locks with ripped off hinges( )doors kicked off, drunks stag off smidoff, wipe your beard offCrippled dope fiends in wheelchairs starevision blurry, cus buried deep in they mind are storiesBet he's a mirror image of that 70's eraHe's finished for the rest of his life, till he fades outThe liquor store workers miss him but then it plays outso many ways out the hood but no signs say outMental slavehouse where gats go off, I show offniggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they time cut offYou should chill if you short, prepare a deep thoughtto hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe againPlan to leave somethin' behindso your name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on(Chorus)Lookin' out of my project windowOh, I feel uninspiredLookin' out of my project windowOh, it makes me feel, so tiredYo, if this piano's the cake then my words are the candlesLight it up, make a wish, and them angels will grant youImpatient once tried, but in those angels and bamboothey lit it up, *puff* *puff*, hit it up, *puff*Now they dismantled, think the whole world is crazy, got a 9watch where you walk, 2 dollar fine, sign of the times here in New YorkHi Satan, United Nations quietly taken, to own your soultake it or leave it, just my evaluationStack loot and guns, teach the girls karate, school your sons not to hatebut to stay awake, cus the scars a razor makes is nothin' in comparisonto the gas left on this whole mass, if we don't get in control fastmight as well be, laughin' with Malcolm X's assassin as we die slowperishin', brain dead from a EricksonWords are the medicine, two teaspoons for goonsa cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'all sing the tuneChorusAnother day, another dollar, my mother will hollaShe said ";go and see the world for myself, and my brother should folla'Pops was smooth, from his top to his shoessang the blues, guitar strings he played smokin' his chewsThe pelican hat, picture this yo, seventies catHe wrote his music in the back of the crib, I did my homeworkAt night the windows were speakers, pumpin' life outa fight, people screamin' cus somebody pulled a knife outSo I look at this room, I'm hooked to this tuneevery night the same melody, hell sounded so heavenlyBut jail was ahead of me, the speed and methenfedimines,Reading's what I should've done, cus my imagination would runI was impatient to get out and become part of the noise out thereI used to stare, five stories down, basketball courts, shot up playgrounds




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