One side of the street is Malone's Funeral Home
And the other side's a library.
Try very hard to picture this shit.
Walk through where I live at,
Where parents are embarrassed to tell you they raise they kids at.
You need some half and half over 8 ball, you can get that.
Fuck with Little Rodney and you'll get all of your ribs cracked.
In a location where slanging crack rock is not seen as a fuckin' recreation but a vocation.
And the sellers and the smokers are both pacin’,
Got one eye on Minneapolis P.D. they both racin’.
Three for fifty is the supply and demand, in the
Twin Cities', American heartland, and they
Been busy, masterminds tearing apart plans.
And hoop dreamers ballin' with blisters on their hands,
With chains danglin' from the rims,
Pain strangles 'em from within
‘til the belt around the arm makes the veins stand at attention.

I try to block it out with a bed sheet the moonlight's as a curtain,
'Cause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm hurtin'.
Mommy loves you, yeah I knew but I wasn't certain,
'Cause the lenses through which she views life wasn't workin'.
As a boy she told me “wait ‘til your father to come home.”
I'm twenty-four still waitin' for my father to come home.
And some parents only touch they children when a whips brought.
That's why bad kids do bad shit, just so they can get caught
And get touched; this growing up shit's rough.
That's a big part of why were so mixed up.
Shit we don't have Bar Mitzvahs.
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 ain't nothing she won't do to you.
Used to be premium pussy now she used up.
For that same 50 bucks she got to 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 weather's warm.
That's when the greatest hits of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting half a block away.
Vaheem 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 it's own, my minds numb.
But you can call me modern urban Norman Rockwell.
I paint a picture of the spot well.

I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from.
Pen starts to scribble on it's own, my minds numb.
But you can call me modern urban Norman Rockwell.
I paint a picture of the spot well.

I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from.
Pen starts to scribble on it's own, my minds numb.
But you can call me modern urban Norman Rockwell.
I paint a picture of the spot...well.


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    General CommentVery nice beat!
    Reminisceon November 16, 2004   Link
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    General Commentdeep
    bythehourson April 14, 2005   Link
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    General CommentFuuuuck what a sick song, I can't stop listening to it.
    dbo927on June 15, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThis one speaks for itself. Very intense, very sad. I like.
    girlabstracton June 15, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThis song is truly an exploration or "painting of a picture," if you will, of the lower end social and economic living conditions in urban conditions. The reference by Brother Ali being a modern urban Norman Rockwell is fitting in that Ali is portraying the everyday experiences of his life and in his particular conditions. There are references to the role of drugs, protistution, drive-by crimes and stealing as aspets of everyday life in this area of the city. Additionally, the allusion to Donnie Hathaway lends an insight into the influences on Brother Ali's life and his music. Hathaway was an American soul singer and songwriter in the 1970s that was a great inspiration for R & B musicians in the future as well as modern rap and hip hop artists such as Brother Ali.
    jgs32on April 24, 2012   Link

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