Letra de The Weather - El Michels Affair & Black Thought

(Feat. Black Thought)

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

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