Window Pain
I use to look out my window and see prostitutes
Red flags and blue suits
Stores being robbed and babies dying
14 year olds pregnant, dope boys posted
I wanted to be just like them
I use to look out my window to see red and black at war
They didn’t respect each other but they were feared by the world
Cool kids
With incredible swag
Large amounts of money and plenty of girls
I wanted to be just like them
I use to look out my window at 5:30 everyday
And I watched my homeboy Dre’
He met this dude at the bus stop wearing a black shirt
He had no name
Dre’ walked back past my window, counting his money
I wanted to be just like him
I used to look out my window and see my friends pregnant
15 with two kids
Getting walfare checks and food stamps
I wanted to be just like them
I used to look out my window
At all the people I wanted to be
It wasn’t until I got older that I realized
All of them would have rather been me
Just looking out the window
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