Song | Shadows On The Sun |
Artist | Brother Ali |
Album | Shadows On The Sun |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ant, Brother Ali | |
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 | |
**** with little Rodney, you get all of your ribs cracked | |
In a location where slang (crack rock) | |
is not seen as a ****ing 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 |
zuo qu : Ant, Brother Ali | |
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 | |
with little Rodney, you get all of your ribs cracked | |
In a location where slang crack rock | |
is not seen as a ing 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 |
zuò qǔ : Ant, Brother Ali | |
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 | |
with little Rodney, you get all of your ribs cracked | |
In a location where slang crack rock | |
is not seen as a ing 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 |