She was wearing shocking pink and jewelry of gold
Papa said son isn`t she fine
Knew he wud be out all night
Though son is only 9 years ond
This is how he`s forced 2 spend his time
Lookin` out window into someone else`s home
Watching mother, father, child at play
Wish he cud be a part but it`s
2 hared to froget he`s alone
A typical day
The boy at the window
One more forgotten son
Ah, looking to the corner
2 see what he`ll become
The boy at the window
If he`s still sittin` there
Are you even gonna care
Papa always tells him son
Keep sittin at ur window
Don`t end up like me, watch from above
U can`t go wrong
More and more son`s thinkin`
Won`t be 2 far but I must go in his eyes
The corner is the only place he can belong
Son is smart enough 2 see it
Won`t make him somebody
But it`s better than livin` with
The hupocrisies above
No more smelling ho`s and liquor
On the breath of daddy
Rather smeill it on the breath of
Brothers he don`t know or love
Remember when the windo boy was
Young and untouched
Happy with his window view
But look it`s not enough
His dreams are in the gutter
And now he`s just a number
All because he wanted 2 belong
All because he wanted 2 belong
So he learned to play the role
Of hustler with no geelings
Thinking `They`ll accept me if I prove that I`m real hard`
Now he`s leranin` firsthand of the word and it`s true meaning
The windo w he looks out of now
Includes wrought iron bars
The boy at the window
One more forgotten son
Ah, he looked to the corner
And guess what he`s become
The boy at the window
If he`s still sittin` there
Are you even gonna care