Outside my window i can see the truth spitting uncouth in the booth/
using philosophy wanting bens like i won the lottery or I pulled a dozen bank robberys/
wanting some better days...some brighter days with some sun rays the pain stays starting demonstrations with a phrase/
Outside my window i see peoples struggles witness they lives fall apart as they crumble/
watching hood wars everyday gangs rumble mothers losing babies enough to drive a man crazy/
brought to the world in the eighties in a place i like to call Hades sending some love to single mothers keep ya heads up ladies/
on the other side of this glass i seen a gun blast i seen bums diggin through trash addicts looking for cash/
got me smoking these bleezys hit it twice and then ash when will the world begin to learn from its past?/
people been killed for land, religion, vengence and suspicion making hard hits like head on collisions open ya ears and fucking listen/
subliminal messages surrounded by a beat producing undiscovered platinum shit Suspect and Dubb as tandums flossin a cross across my neck/
a single glimpse of reality got me grippin my tech...i know some record company wanna cut me a check/
when I open my window you'll smell the money attracted like bees to honey bigger then fifty cent suddenly/
i've witnessed cops harass the usual suspects cause they meet the discription my shits hotter then thanksgiving in a kitchen/
if there was a book called "beating this emcee" it be fiction...wishing things would change feeling twice my age asking Christ to forgive me for my rage/
A lot of rainy days helps you appreciate the sun rays thankful for every Good Day like Ice Cube...but watch your back cause you never know who might not like you/
politicians views are skewed when i was born i starting paying my dues...All i want is a change of scenery and some money stacks like i just won the lottery/
spitting the realest shit you ever heard trying to change the world with my words...just saw a ghetto bird...and a drug dealer shot another cause he was standing on his curb/
P.O. telling me to dis-associate myself from my homies fuck cops they fony wanting me locked up in coney...whats a cell? i grew up in my own hell lonely/
defending my honor with my fists waiting for the day a slug puts me in paralysis...but thats a everyday risk living without a conscience disturbed and heartless/
filled with malice acting callous give me my henny in a chalice...no time to rest in this rap game even if its the sabbath/
let me speculate these theories...educate over the mic until i'm weary...in this paradox people talk cause I got a monopoly like microsoft...on the rap scene i'll never fall off/
dont even recognize my reflection in the window looking for direction to get me off section eight...bush won the election brought us a new war full of hate not to mention a high ass un-employment rate/
cant even get a nine to five so i find myself having to strive just to thrive...doing what i gotta do to keep my family alive/
show them to use there eyes in this world full of blindness...ignorance is mindless the people in positions of power are spineless/
theres not another rapper quite like this...dont even try and my lyrics are timeless dreaming bout six figure earnings...some bigger touring...tour up from liqour and chronic burning/
Just noticed my window got a crack lifes bullshit must of hit it hard with a impact...and fuck a hater saying i'm wack...tired of always wearing a flac Out Side My Window is the track...and its a fact my shits getting sold out my trunk in stacks/
Outside my window i can see the truth spitting uncouth in the booth/
using philosophy wanting bens like i won the lottery or I pulled a dozen bank robberys/
wanting some better days...some brighter days with some sun rays the pain stays starting demonstrations with a phrase/
using philosophy wanting bens like i won the lottery or I pulled a dozen bank robberys/
wanting some better days...some brighter days with some sun rays the pain stays starting demonstrations with a phrase/
Outside my window i see peoples struggles witness they lives fall apart as they crumble/
watching hood wars everyday gangs rumble mothers losing babies enough to drive a man crazy/
brought to the world in the eighties in a place i like to call Hades sending some love to single mothers keep ya heads up ladies/
on the other side of this glass i seen a gun blast i seen bums diggin through trash addicts looking for cash/
got me smoking these bleezys hit it twice and then ash when will the world begin to learn from its past?/
people been killed for land, religion, vengence and suspicion making hard hits like head on collisions open ya ears and fucking listen/
subliminal messages surrounded by a beat producing undiscovered platinum shit Suspect and Dubb as tandums flossin a cross across my neck/
a single glimpse of reality got me grippin my tech...i know some record company wanna cut me a check/
when I open my window you'll smell the money attracted like bees to honey bigger then fifty cent suddenly/
i've witnessed cops harass the usual suspects cause they meet the discription my shits hotter then thanksgiving in a kitchen/
if there was a book called "beating this emcee" it be fiction...wishing things would change feeling twice my age asking Christ to forgive me for my rage/
A lot of rainy days helps you appreciate the sun rays thankful for every Good Day like Ice Cube...but watch your back cause you never know who might not like you/
politicians views are skewed when i was born i starting paying my dues...All i want is a change of scenery and some money stacks like i just won the lottery/
spitting the realest shit you ever heard trying to change the world with my words...just saw a ghetto bird...and a drug dealer shot another cause he was standing on his curb/
P.O. telling me to dis-associate myself from my homies fuck cops they fony wanting me locked up in coney...whats a cell? i grew up in my own hell lonely/
defending my honor with my fists waiting for the day a slug puts me in paralysis...but thats a everyday risk living without a conscience disturbed and heartless/
filled with malice acting callous give me my henny in a chalice...no time to rest in this rap game even if its the sabbath/
let me speculate these theories...educate over the mic until i'm weary...in this paradox people talk cause I got a monopoly like microsoft...on the rap scene i'll never fall off/
dont even recognize my reflection in the window looking for direction to get me off section eight...bush won the election brought us a new war full of hate not to mention a high ass un-employment rate/
cant even get a nine to five so i find myself having to strive just to thrive...doing what i gotta do to keep my family alive/
show them to use there eyes in this world full of blindness...ignorance is mindless the people in positions of power are spineless/
theres not another rapper quite like this...dont even try and my lyrics are timeless dreaming bout six figure earnings...some bigger touring...tour up from liqour and chronic burning/
Just noticed my window got a crack lifes bullshit must of hit it hard with a impact...and fuck a hater saying i'm wack...tired of always wearing a flac Out Side My Window is the track...and its a fact my shits getting sold out my trunk in stacks/
Outside my window i can see the truth spitting uncouth in the booth/
using philosophy wanting bens like i won the lottery or I pulled a dozen bank robberys/
wanting some better days...some brighter days with some sun rays the pain stays starting demonstrations with a phrase/
