Staring out My Window

The only way you can feel this pain
Is from the BasedGod, I appreciate that
Ya’ll hear that, from the bottom to the top
This all out my soul, Imma give you all the real, for real
I’ma take you back to the days I was growin up
Eyes lookin out that window
Metaphor in my house, I was all alone
Next time I’m in the cell, far away from the home
But similar, I’m staring out that window
Mary J. Blige «My Life» playing in the background
No income, but that was the projects
It was all mental, my life is a project
When you realize it’s hard to grip
I be mad walking around on some ill shit
I be one of the niggas that be like «Why me?»
I can’t help it, rage, I can’t speak
The only time I talk is when a nigga rap
They be like, dude, I be like, a nigga’s capped
For real, this ain’t just a rap
So much pain in my life, I got to take a nap
Sometimes I be staring out the window
Fred Durst poster on the wall
My boombox on my bed, I done live through hell
But I ain’t scared
Sometimes I be staring out the window
Fred Durst poster on the wall
My boombox right by my bed, I done live through hell
But I ain’t scared
Trying to fit in, but I’m out the box
Downstairs around the block, on the clock
Look back, I’ve been betrayed by the coldest
I’m staying focused
In my own lane, my attitude so blang
Feelings out the way, sometimes I be ashamed
How I become wrapped up in my looks
Now I’m not the same and it’s hard to change
Don’t be so shallow, the life’s an ocean
I got to keep focused, I’m so complex
Got to kill fast, trying not to die first
Plans so diverse, protocol is so offensive
My mind don’t abuse it, I just keep it in the music
Sometimes I be staring out my window
Fred Durst poster on the wall
My boombox right by my bed, I done live through hell
But I ain’t scared
Sometimes I be staring out my window
Fred Durst poster on the wall
My boombox right by my bed, I done live through hell
But I ain’t scared