One side of the street, is Malone's Funeral Home and the   Other side's a library, try very hard to picture this shit   Walk through where I live at   Where parents are embarassed to tell you they raise they kids at   You'll need some half and half over 8 bar you can get that   Fuck with Little Rodney and you'll get all of your ribs cracked   In a location where slanging crack rock is not seen as a fuckin' recreation but a vocation   And the sellers, and the smokers are both pacing   Got one eye on Minneapolis P.T. they both racin'   3 for 50 is the supply and demand, and the   Twin Cities' American heartland, and they   Been busy, masterminds tearing apart plans   And hoop dreamers ballin' with blisters on they hands   With chains danglin' from the rims   Pain strangles 'em from within   Till' the belt around the arm makes the veins stand at attention      I try to block it out with a bed sheet the moonlight's as a curtain   'Cause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm hurtin'   Mommy loves you yeah I knew but I wasn't certain   'Cause the lenses through which she views life wasn't workin'   As a boy she told me wait till' your father to come home   I'm 24 still waitin' for my father to come home   And some parents only touch they children when a whips brought   That's why bad kids do bad shit, just so they could caught   And get touched, this growing up shit's rough   That's a big part of why were so mixed up   Shit we don't have Bar Mitzvah's   We become men the first time our father hits us   And we don't open gifts up   Sister Regina from across the street is beautiful   But for 50 bucks ain't nothing she won't do to you   Used to be premium pussy now she used up   For that same 50 bucks she got to do some new stuff   Whatever it takes for you to take the dollars out   If you don't intervene then there's a day she'll turn her daughter out   Speaking of kids I'm fixing lunch for my first born   I had the windows wide open 'cause the weather's warm   That's when the greatest hits of Donnie Hathaway   Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting half a block away   Vaheem was in the window, he didn't get hit though   All please due to Allah      [Chorus]   I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from   Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds numb   But you can call me modern urban Norman Rockwell   I paint a picture of the spot well      I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from   Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds numb   But you can call me modern urban Norman Rockwell   I paint a picture of the spot well      I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from   Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds numb   But you can call me modern urban Norman Rockwell   I paint a picture of the spot...well