Shadows On The Sun

Shadows on the sun (multiple voices)
Yea, well I guess its no where different from anywhere else in the world man
I look out my window I see the whole thing
One side of the street, is Willows funeral home
and the other side the library
Try very hard to picture this shit
Walks is where I live at
Where parents are embarrassed to tell ya where they raised their kids at
You need some half and half of a 8 ball, you can get that
Fuck with little Rodney, you get all of your ribs cracked
In a location where slang (crack rock)
is not seen as a fucking recreation but a vocation
And the fellas and the smokers are both pasty
Get one eye on Minneapolis PT, they both racing
3 for 50, that's the supply and demand
And the twin cities, American heartland
And they've been busy, mastermind, tearing apart plans
And hoop dream is ballin with blisters on their hands
With chains danginling from the rims
Pain strangles them from within
Till a belt around the arm, makes the vein stand at ATTENTION!!
I try to block it out with a bed sheet, the moon lights is the curtin
Cause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm hurtin
Mommy loves you, yea I knew, but I wasn't certain
Cause Aneice is through, but she views life wasn't working
As a boy she told me 'wait for your father to come home'
I'm 24, still waitin for my father to come home
And some parents only touch their children when the whips brought
That's why bad kids to bad shit, just so they can get caught, and get touched
This growing ups shit rough
That's a big part of why we're so mixed up
Shit we don't have Bar Mitzvah's, we become men the first time our father
hits us, and we don't open gifts up
Sister Angena, from across the street is beautiful
But for 50 bucks, there nothin she wouldn't do to you
Used to be premium pussy, but now she's used up
For that same 50 bucks, she's gotta do some new stuff
Whatever it takes to make you pull the dollars out
If you don't intervene, then there's a day she'll turn her daughter out
Speaking of kids, I'm fixing lunch for my first born
I had the windows wide open cause the weathers warm
That's when the greatest hits of Donny Hathaway
got interrupted by a driveby shooting half a block away
Faheim was in the window, he didn't get hit though
All praise to Allah
I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on its own, my minds numb
But, you can call me modern urban Normal Rockwell (3x)
I paint a picture of the spot well
Outside my window (5x)
I can just feel that... summer breeze