sewers flooded with foul blockage
 The gutter's wild and every child watches
 Changin top locks with ripped off hinges
 doors kicked off  drunks stag off smirnoff  wipe your beard off
 Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare
 vision blurry  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 life  till he fades out
 The liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out
 so many ways out the hood but no signs say out
 Mental slavehouse where gats go off, I show off
 niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they time cut off
 You should chill if you short, prepare deep thought
 to hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe again
 Plan to leave somethin' behind
 so your name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on

 (Chorus)
 Lookin' out of my project window
 Oh, I feel uninspired
 Lookin' out of my project window
 Oh, it makes me feel, so tired

 Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words are the candles
 Light it up, make a wish, and them angels will grant you
 Impatient once tried, but in those angels and bamboo
 they lit it up, *puff* *puff*, hit it up, *puff*
 Now they dismantled, think the whole world is crazy, got a 9
 watch where you walk, 2 dollar fine, sign of the times here in New York
 Hi Satan, United Nations quietly taken, to own your soul
 take it or leave it, just my evaluation
 Stack loot and guns, teach the girls karate, school your sons not to hate
 but to stay awake, cus the scars a razor make is nothin' in comparison
 to the gas left on this whole mass, if we don't get it controlled fast
 might as well be, laughin' with Malcolm X's assassin as we die slow
 perishin', brain dead from a Erickson
 Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons
 a cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'all sing the tune

 Chorus

 Another day, another dollar, my mother will holla
 She said "go and see the world for myself, and my brother Shafala"
 Pops was smooth, from his top to his shoes
 sang the rules, guitar strings he played 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' life out
 a fight, people screamin' cus somebody pulled a knife out
 So I look at this poem, I'm hooked to this tune
 every night the same melody, hell sounded so heavenly
 But jail was ahead of me, ?????
 Reading's what I should've done, cus my imagination would run
 I was impatient to get out and become part of the noise out there
 I used to stare, five stories down, basketball courts, shot up playgrounds
 and I witnessed the murders and police shake-downs
 Yo, the hustlas and hoes, drugs and fo-fos
 This was the life of every kid, lookin' out project windows

 Oh, outta my window
 Lookin' out of my project window
 Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
 Lookin' out of my project window
 Oh, I feel uninspired
 Lookin' out of my project window
 Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
 Lookin' out of my project window
 Oh, I feel uninspired
 Starin out of, of my window
 Oh I, feel so tired
 Oh yeah, outta my window
 Oh, lookin' out, lookin' out
 Lookin' out my window, oh yeah
 Makes me, feel so tired
 Outta my window, out my project window
 Lord I feel, uninspired