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