Coolio - Thru The Window lyrics

I take a look thru the window and all I see is pain Burnin' on my brain like some weird type of acid rain Or a virus, it's something that I can't explain I use to be different but now it seems that I'm the same As the rest of these hard heads in my hood I'm livin' foul even though Momma raised me good Everywhere I turn it and everywhere I look Everybody that I know is livin' like a crook And the, the cops wanna throw the book The kitchen sink, a upper cut and a left hook How can I explain this battering that we caught It wasn't the way I was raised, it was the way I was taught And the streets is a motherf**er But I be growin' up like another s**er I say the bomb be the last as I reflect on the past With my face, pressed against the gla** Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down In nightfall thru the window, a silhouette Beads of sweat and the palm of my hand is still wet So put the safety on the tek because this shootin' hasn't started yet So many yesterdays I can't forget And now it's night time but it seem like day time Helicopter lights makin' the bud light like sunshine on my mind Crack addicts, kids with automatics Thugs who want static and those who already had it Manifestations of a spirit, trapped in a flesh cage Mind in fifth gear, imagination rampage My brothers is walking through night like a thief in the night Three strikes you're out because the color's not right And all I ask is "Why we jack and fight?" And try to save enough right and I'm wrapped too tight, uhh Blowin' in the pistol, s**in' on some indo, lookin' thru the window And that's all I see, uhh Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down I'm hittin' corners on the boulevard, lookin' hard Rims are shinin', sound is bumpin', I'm a superstar, yeah Rollin' in the ride and it's not mine but That's alright, 'cos I still feel fine Now I'm strapped with nothin' but my mind and a screwdriver Gimme twenty seconds at your sk**s like MacGyver And I can take anything that I wanna take But when you slip and push your fate, I'm parlayin' off your paper like when I'm Yankee Doodle came to Jersey rollin' on some Dayton's Kept an Uzi under his seat so fools wouldn't take him My homey had a Cadillac sweeter than all the others Went into the wrong hood, so they choked the motherf**er That's how it goes, yeah, and that's how it feels, right New Jersey Drive is for real That's how it goes and that's how it feels New Jersey Drive is for real Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down