From My Window

Look at that jerk hangin’ on his phone

Look at that gay, ridiculous he’s roaming around

Look at that junkie with exhausted veins

Look at the nigger, released n’ free from his chains

Look at that mess, look at all these stains

Lookin’ down from my window to the square

I enjoy the wally’s fair

I’d like to join them but I don’t even dare

Look at that bitch, showin’ off her tits

I’m gonna grab her ass n’ fuck until I break her hips

Look at her man, proud as a peacock, shinin’ bright

Look at their outward bliss

The way they display simple smile

From here I see any kind of crap

I won’t rise to fame nor catch the girls

I’m out of touch, don’t play the game

I withdraw to new positions

... The foetal one in such a case