Thru The Window Lyrics - Coolio

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 motherfucker 

But I be growin' up like another sucker 

I say the bomb be the last as I reflect on the past 

With my face, pressed against the glass 

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, suckin' 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 skills 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 motherfucker 

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