Brother Ali - Shadows On The Sun lyrics

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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 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 embarrassed to tell ya where they raised their kids at

You need some half and half or an 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 sellers and the smokers are both pacing

Get one eye on Minneapolis PD, their pulse racing

3 for 50 is the supply and demand

In the twin cities, American heartland

And they've been busy, mastermind, tearing apart plans

And hoop dreamers 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 the lenses through which 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 do 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 Regina 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

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 its own, my minds numb

But, you can call me modern urban Normal Rockwell

I paint a picture of the spot well (3x)

Outside my window (5x)

I can just feel that... summer breeze

Thanks to Ben Hazelman for these lyrics