Nas Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Project Window Lyrics

(feat. Ron Isley)

 Black hoods, cops 'n projects

 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