Black hoods, cops 'n projects   Sewers flooded with foul blockage   The gutter's wild and every child watches   Changin top locks with ripped off hinges      Doors kicked off, drunks stag off smidoff, wipe your beard off   Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare   Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in they mind are stories   Bet he's a mirror image of that 70's era      He's finished for the rest of his life, till he fades out   The liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out   So many ways out the hood but no signs say out   Mental slave house where gats go off, I show off   Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they time cut off      You should chill if you short, prepare a deep thought   To hit the street again, get it on   Get this paper and breathe again   Plan to leave somethin' behind   So your name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on      Lookin' out of my project window   Oh, I feel uninspired   Lookin' out of my project window   Oh, it makes me feel, so tired      Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words are the candles   Light it up, make a wish and them angels will grant you   Impatient once tried but in those angels and bamboo   They lit it up, puff, puff, hit it up, puff      Now they dismantled, think the whole world is crazy, got a 9   Watch where you walk, 2 dollar fine   Sign of the times here in New York   Hi satan, United Nations quietly taken   To own your soul, take it or leave it, just my evaluation      Stack loot and guns, teach the girls karate   School your sons not to hate but to stay awake   'Cus the scars a razor, makes is nothin' in comparison   To the gas left on this whole mass   If we don't get in control fast      Might as well be, laughin'   With Malcolm X's assassin as we die slow   Perishin', brain dead from a Erickson   Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons   A cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'all sing the tune      Lookin' out of my project window   Oh, I feel uninspired   Lookin' out of my project window   Oh, it makes me feel, so tired      Another day, another dollar, my mother will holla   She said, "go and see the world for myself   And my brother should folla'   Pops was smooth, from his top to his shoes   Sang the blues, guitar strings, he played smokin' his kools      The pelican hat, picture this yo, seventies cat   He wrote his music in the back of the crib   I did my homework at night the windows were speakers   Pumpin' life out a fight, people screamin'   'Cus somebody pulled a knife out      So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this tune   Every night the same melody, hell sounded so heavenly   But jail was ahead of me, the speed and methenfedimines   Reading's what I should've done 'cus my imagination would run      I was impatient to get out   And become part of the noise out there   I used to stare, five stories down   Basketball courts, shot up playgrounds      And I witnessed the murders and police shake-downs   Yo, the hustlas and hoes, drugs and fo-fos   This was the life of every kid   Lookin' out project windows      Oh, outta my window   Lookin' out of my project window   Oh, it makes me feel, so tired   Lookin' out of my project window      Oh, I feel uninspired   Lookin' out of my project window   Oh, it makes me feel, so tired   Lookin' out of my project window      Oh, I feel uninspired   Starin out of, of my window   Oh I, feel so tired   Oh yeah, outta my window      Oh, lookin' out, lookin' out   Lookin' out my window, oh yeah   Makes me, feel so tired   Outta my window, out my project window   Lord, I feel, uninspired