Brother Ali - Shadows On The Sun Lyrics
Shadows on the sun (multiple voices)Yea, well I guess its no where different from anywhere else in the world manI look out my window I see the whole thingOne side of the street, is Willows funeral homeand the other side the libraryTry very hard to picture this shitWalks is where I live atWhere parents are embarrassed to tell ya where they raised their kids atYou need some half and half of a 8 ball, you can get that***** with little Rodney, you get all of your ribs crackedIn a location where slang (crack rock)is not seen as a *****ing recreation but a vocationAnd the fellas and the smokers are both pastyGet one eye on Minneapolis PT, they both racing3 for 50, that's the supply and demandAnd the twin cities, American heartlandAnd they've been busy, mastermind, tearing apart plansAnd hoop dream is ballin with blisters on their handsWith chains danginling from the rimsPain strangles them from withinTill 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 curtinCause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm hurtinMommy loves you, yea I knew, but I wasn't certainCause Aneice is through, but she views life wasn't workingAs a boy she told me 'wait for your father to come home'I'm 24, still waitin for my father to come homeAnd some parents only touch their children when the whips broughtThat's why bad kids to bad shit, just so they can get caught, and get touchedThis growing ups shit roughThat's a big part of why we're so mixed upShit we don't have Bar Mitzvah's, we become men the first time our fatherhits us, and we don't open gifts upSister Angena, from across the street is beautifulBut for 50 bucks, there nothin she wouldn't do to youUsed to be premium *****, but now she's used upFor that same 50 bucks, she's gotta do some new stuffWhatever it takes to make you pull the dollars outIf you don't intervene, then there's a day she'll turn her daughter outSpeaking of kids, I'm fixing lunch for my first bornI had the windows wide open cause the weathers warmThat's when the greatest hits of Donny Hathawaygot interrupted by a driveby shooting half a block awayFaheim was in the window, he didn't get hit thoughAll praise to AllahI see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes fromPen starts to scribble on its own, my minds numbBut, you can call me modern urban Normal Rockwell (3x)I paint a picture of the spot wellOutside my window (5x)I can just feel that... summer breeze
