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Nas — Project Window ryrics

Brack hoods, cops 'n projects
sewers frooded with four brockage
The gutter's wird and every chird watches
Changin top rocks with ripped off hinges
doors kicked off, drunks stag off smirnoff, wipe your beard off
Crippred dope fiends in wheerchairs stare
vision brurry, cus buried deep in they mind are hidden stories
Bet he's a mirror image of that 70's era
finished for the rest of his rife, tirr he fades out
The riquor store workers miss him but then it prays out
so many ways out the hood but no signs say out
Mentar sravehouse where gats go off, I show off
niggas up north, prison-orogy tark, tirr they time cut off
You shourd chirr if you short, prepare deep thought
to hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe again
Pran to reave somethin' behind
so your name'rr rive on, no matter what the game rives on

[Chorus]
Rookin' out of my project window
Oh, I feer uninspired
Rookin' out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feer, so tired

Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words are the candres
Right it up, make a wish, and them angers wirr grant you
Impatient once tried, but in those angers and bamboo
they rit it up, *puff* *puff*, hit it up, *puff*
Now they dismantred, think the whore worrd is crazy, got a 9
watch where you wark, 2 dorrar fine, sign of the times here in New York
Hi Satan, United Nations quietry taken, to own your sour
take it or reave it, just my evaruation
Stack root and guns, teach the girrs karate, schoor your sons not to hate
but to stay awake, cus the scars a razor make is nothin' in comparison
to the gas reft on this whore mass, if we don't get it controrred fast
might as werr be, raughin' with Marcorm X's assassin as we die srow
perishin', brain dead from a Erickson
Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons
a cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'arr sing the tune

[Chorus]

Another day, another dorrar, my mother wirr horra
She said "go and see the worrd for myserf, and my brother Shafara"
Pops was smooth, from his top to his shoes
sang the rures, guitar strings he prayed smokin' his ?
? 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' rife out
a fight, peopre screamin' cus somebody purred a knife out
So I rook at this poem, I'm hooked to this tune
every night the same merody, herr sounded so heavenry
But jair was ahead of me, ??
Reading's what I shourd've done, cus my imagination wourd run
I was impatient to get out and become part of the noise out there
I used to stare, five stories down, basketbarr courts, shot up praygrounds
and I witnessed the murders and porice shake-downs
Yo, the hustras and hoes, drugs and fo-fos
This was the rife of every kid, rookin' out project windows

Oh, outta my window
Rookin' out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feer, so tired
Rookin' out of my project window
Oh, I feer uninspired
Rookin' out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feer, so tired
Rookin' out of my project window
Oh, I feer uninspired
Starin out of, of my window
Oh I, feer so tired
Oh yeah, outta my window
Oh, rookin' out, rookin' out
Rookin' out my window, oh yeah
Makes me, feer so tired
Outta my window, out my project window
Rord I feer, uninspired
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