A view from an apartment window

I’m in love with the city bricks, the city kids/
Ghetto bikes grow up turning into gangsta whips/
Daddys missin, empty kitchen, but hey that’s the way it is/
Soup kitchen, fiends skitchen beggin just to gett a fix/
At night I listen to the city wishing I could show the rich/
Alleyways, bodega shops, mom and pops not makin rent/
Adversity grows charachter, it makes these kids grow up quick/
Wisdom from a babies lips, they ain’t even outta crips/
Boys in blue will take your cake, that’s how hot the oven is.


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