paroles de chanson The Weather - Black Thought , El Michels Affair
Sometimes
the
weather
takes
me
back
to
the
days
of
crazy
summers
With
Aunt
Blanche
telling
me
to
run
and
play
the
numbers
I'm
tryna
make
it
to
the
park
to
satisfy
your
hunger
For
the
DJ
cuttin'
up
"Let's
Dance"
or
"Funky
Drummer"
Those
gorilla-sized
speakers
was
taller
than
five
feet,
huss
The
roof
by
the
basketball
courts,
that's
where
my
seat
was
Where
powerlines
were
full
of
pigeons
or
fly
sneakers
That
died
a
miserable
death
hanging
high
in
the
heat,
but
I
wouldn't
change
a
thing
if
I
could
What
made
me
is
everything:
The
bad,
the
ugly,
the
good
It's
understood
that
South
Philly
was
a
marvel,
I'd
never
be
one
to
argue
The
cracks
in
the
pavement,
front
steps
made
of
marble
The
smell
of
Pine-Sol,
my
grandmother
kept
'em
clean,
y'all
The
vestibule's
a
section
of
floor
behind
the
screen
door
Runners
over
the
shag
carpet,
I'm
not
feeling
Wood
paneling
on
the
walls
up
to
the
drop
ceiling
All
the
furniture
draped
in
thick
transparent
layers
of
vinyl
All
the
chairs,
the
sofa,
the
record
player
kept
Mahalia
spinning
Minnie
be
grinning
knowin'
I
done
spent
a
day
of
penny
pinching
and
sinning
See
her
in
the
kitchen
cooking
fish
or
chicken
depending
on
what
day
it
is
If
I'm
staying
there,
then,
yeah,
that's
just
the
way
it
is
If
she
say
it
is,
in
Minnie
crib,
the
time
froze
After
sundown,
you
keep
them
curtains
and
the
blinds
closed
Watch
how
far
back
the
La-Z-Boy
recline
goes
Peppermints
in
the
Lazy
Susan,
never
mind
those
TV
on
whether
or
not
somebody
watching
it
The
floor
model
was
broke,
portable
on
top
of
it
The
last
bastion
of
hope
to
document
the
era
Was
Kodacolor
imagery
and
memories
put
together
Throw
the
keys
down
to
Keisha,
tell
her,
"Slide
up"
Box
full
of
her
possessions
said,
"This
side
up"
Last
night
her
baby
father
came
home
highed
up
Tight,
talkin'
'bout
the
way
his
money
all
tied
up
Shades
covering
her
eyes,
what?
We
gon'
ride,
yup
Homie
in
for
a
surprise,
I
done
went
from
when
we
played
Halfball,
stickball,
dodgeball,
and
kickball
From
ten
in
the
morning
'til
somebody
got
pissed
off
Hollerin'
'bout,
"Alright,
it's
over,
I
ain't
fuckin'
with
y'all"
Fiends
on
the
corner
always
preparing
for
liftoff
Grown
people
used
to
get
dressed
to
come
and
sit
Cross-legged
on
they
relatives'
steps
We
all
chips
off
the
block,
the
sips
off
the
pop
We
passed
'round
like
a
hit
from
a
spliff,
you
take
two
and
pass
it
down
Herd
immunity,
the
definition
of
community
The
only
neighbor
that
never
knocked
is
opportunity
Them
old
heads
be
shootin'
craps
and
droppin'
jewelry
In
high
tops
sneakers
and
slacks,
but
it's
a
eulogy
Twice
a
month,
cocaine
prices
up
People
get
they
wigs
peeled
shakin'
them
dices
up
I
heard
it's
some
weak
brothers
claiming
they
nice
as
us
When
it's
time
for
a
show
of
force,
the
price
is
what?
Innocence
is
lost
over
crime,
we
was
all
before
our
primes
Some
was
married
to
the
game,
then
divorced
it
over
time
Faded
pictures
in
a
frame
helped
to
form
a
frame
of
mind
Into
a
train
of
thought
capable
of
stoppin'
on
a
dime
1 Grateful
2 Glorious Game
3 I'm Still Somehow
4 Hollow Way
5 Protocol
6 The Weather
7 That Girl
8 I Would Never
9 Alone
10 Miracle
11 Glorious Game (Reprise)
12 Alter Ego
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