Project Window - Nas

Black hoods  cops 'n projects 
sewers flooded with foul blockage 
The gutter's wild and every child watches 
Changin top locks with ripped off hinges 
doors kicked off  drunks stag off smirnoff  wipe your beard off 
Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare 
vision blurry  cus buried deep in they mind are hidden stories 
Bet he's a mirror image of that 70's era 
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 say out 
Mental slavehouse where gats go off, I show off 
niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they time cut off 
You should chill if you short, prepare deep thought 
to hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe again 
Plan to leave somethin' behind 
so your name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on 

(Chorus) 
Lookin' out of my project window 
Oh, I feel uninspired 
Lookin' out of my project window 
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired 

Yo, 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 once tried, but in those angels and bamboo 
they lit it up, *puff* *puff*, hit it up, *puff* 
Now they dismantled, think the whole world is crazy, got a 9 
watch where you walk, 2 dollar fine, sign of the times here in New York 
Hi Satan, United Nations quietly taken, to own your soul 
take it or leave it, just my evaluation 
Stack loot and guns, teach the girls karate, school your sons not to hate 
but to stay awake, cus the scars a razor make is nothin' in comparison 
to the gas left on this whole mass, if we don't get it controlled fast 
might as well be, laughin' with Malcolm X's assassin as we die slow