Black hoods, cops and projects, sewers flooded with foul blockers The gutters wild and every child watches Chains and top locks get ripped off hinges Doors kicked off, drunk stag off, smearin' off, wipe your bid off Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare, vision blurry Cause buried deep in they minds are hidden stories Betty's a mirror image of that 70's era He's 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 lay out, mental slave house where gats grow off I show off, niggas up north, prisonology talk Till they time cut off, you should chill if you short Preparing deep thought to hit the street again Get it on, get this paper and breathe again Plantin' leaves, somethin' behind, so your name will live on No matter what the game lives on Lookin' out of my private window Lookin' out, oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out, lookin' out of my private window Oh, I'm lookin' out and it makes me feel so tired 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 ones try, puttin' those angels in bamboo They lit it up, hit it up, now they dismantle Think the whole world is crazy, gotta nod, watch where you walk Two dollar fine, sign of the times, here in New York, high as Satan United Nations, quietly takin', toll on your soul, take it or leave it Just my evaluation, stack looting guns, teach the girls karate School your sons not to hate, but to stay awake Cause the scars a razor make is nothin' in comparison To the gas left on this whole mass, if we don't get in control 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, uh Lookin' out of my private window Lookin' out, oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out, lookin' out of my private window Lookin' out, it makes me feel so tired Another day, another dollar, my mother would holler She said, go and see the world for myself, and my brother Shefala Pops was smooth, from his top to his shoe, sang the blues Guitar strings he played, smokin' his coupe, Duke Ellington hat Picture this, yo, 70s cat, he wrote his music in the back of the crib I did my homework, at night the windows and speakers, pumpin' life out I fight people screamin' cause somebody pulled a knife out So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this tune Every night the same melody, hell sounded so heavenly But jail was ahead of me, but speedin' like amphetamine Readin's what I shoulda done, cause my imagination would run I wasn't patient 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 shakedowns Yo, the hustlers and hoes, drugs and faux-fauxs This was the life for every kid lookin' out project windows So tired, starin' out of my project window Oh, I feel so uninspired Lookin' out, lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel so tired Starin' out of my window Oh, I feel so tired Oh yeah, out of my window Oh, lookin' out, lookin' out of my window Oh yeah, makes me feel so tired Oh, lookin' out of my window Oh, it makes me feel so tired