Brother Ali - Room With a View lyrics

One side of the street
Is Malone's Funeral Home and the
Other side the library
Try very hard to picture this shit
Walk through where I live at
Where parents are embarassed to tell you
They raise they kids at
You'll need some half and half of an
8 ball you can get that
Fuck with Little Rodney and you'll get
All of your ribs cracked
In a location where slanging
Crack rock is not
Seen as a fuckin' recreation but a vocation
And the sellers and smokers are both pacing
Got one eye on Minneapolis
PT they both racin'
3 for 50 is the supply and demand, and the
Twin Cities' American heartland, and they
Been busy, masterminds tearing apart plans
And hoop dreamers ballin' with
Blisters on they hands
With chains danglin' from the rims
Pain strangles 'em from within
Till' the belt around the arm makes
The veins stand at attention
I try to block it out with a bed sheet
The moonlights 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
Til' your father to come home"
I'm 24 still waitin' for my
Father to come home
And some parents only touch they
Children when a whips brought
That's why bad kids do bad shit
Just so they could get caught
And get touched, this growing up shit's rough
That's a big part of why were so mixed up
Shit we don't have Bar Mitzvah's
We become men the first time
Our father hit's us
And we don't open gifts up
Sister Regina from across the
Street is beautiful
But for 50 bucks ain't nothing
She won't do to you
Used to be premium pussy now she used up
For that same 50 bucks she got
To do some new stuff
Whatever it takes for you to
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 weather's warm
That's when the greatest hit's
Of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting
Half a block away faheem 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 it's
Own my minds numb but, you can call me
Modern urban Norman Rockwell
I paint a picture of the spot well