(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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Fuck 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 fuckin' 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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Faheem was in the window, he didn't get hit though
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All praise 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.)
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Room With A View
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Brother Ali |