Luyện nghe bài hát Bamboo And Serpents

New York New
New York New

Even the sunniest can have a little rain
These words through my brain as I ride this train
Sliding swift through the of this city
Just listening and on
Thinking how people have been in this exact same spot
their thoughts gone
Just lost in the of the tracks
Escaping just for a second any or regret they've ever had
We hit a bump and my snaps back
I look up to see a little boy a crooked blue hat
Sitting calm with confusion in his
Looking up to a mother trying not to cry
Right across from
Two seats from me
Sit's a ghetto bred youth in the color green
Looking like an urban in his 3x tee and jeans
He got off at the spot as me
But he going
I stopped to watch a man sing so
It like his words were about to bleed
With the memories he was painting
As his guitar screamed along him
So I a five and went about my life
Hitting the streets like a rhythm a beat
Looking up to the above me
buildings scraping the sky so high
I if the heavens are keeping down the NY

New York New
New York streets these New York streets
New York New
Are me guiding me
New New York

White covers the cotton of my black gloves
Taking in the faces and the changes of the people walking us
around
Homeless in shelters, brokers and sellers, and dwellers, stock
market
Mindscapes
It's like we swallow the truth but seem to digest it
So I push forward Maples hang over
the park the skies are dark decipher words in my breath
I it all
The jakes in blue, men in suits, Pols and Jews, the 14th loop
thoughts
Read the signs and decide to head north blocks
Stuyvesant street
The projects on East seaside
Peace signs graffiti murals, Park the snow is knee high
I've the point were streets collide
Black to the side a skull cap dressed
Amongst the New sketch
I sit and stare in the snow upon the steps

New New York
These New York streets these New York
New New York
Are guiding me me
New New York

I can feel the snow freezing the back of my head as I sit the steps
of project
Watching creep by
I let my mind slide brewing static
Until this guy who jus bought a dime asks me for a
But doesn't wait for a he just heads inside
So I forget about him, get up and start walking the street
Staring up at empty frozen trees
In this little city above B
if you look to your left
You'll see a man jacked right before the Christmas weeks
Because honest men the only men with kids
And it's easier to rob a man to work for him
Now past Stuyvesant, I'm heading down to the last this alphabet
got
But I stop to a cop drop nine shots in a ragtop
Coming my way, hoping a don't come ruin my day
I stuck praying for luck to ask death to wait
And he listens as I go about my
Wondering what destination I'm feeling, where can I now?
Walking some and a bridge out
Five points stare
As I cans clack with a tips shout

New New York
These New York streets these New streets
New New York
Are me guiding me
New York New

Black clouds over the I'm on the corner with the thugs
Silent foot steps under the as they assume I'm slanging drugs
Empty bottles in the gutters fiends collected
Under the tracks girl Camels smoke screen ingested
my head but move on count my steps a little further
Jackson Ave 5 points pad walls sprayed up and serpents
Queens blocks subtracting street backwards from 40
Smoke moves from my burnt lips as the move towards me
Under the bridge sunsets buses spew ash in air
Climb up the steps and through the welcomed by passavive's

Look to the stacks buildings icy snow fall with the swift
Y's on the river front 23rd and Queens

New York New
These New York streets these New York
New New York
Are guiding me me
New York New

In the middle of bridge my minds gone sick blinded by street

Coupled a cold night
Brick and a black sky
to fathom and imagine dons of this hood use to pass by
I walk this complex
my head and get lost in past verses
Fall out of consciousness slip fit my last words in
Stand still mother fucker I'll empty my
Trying to think quick why you got to do
Homie this the we live, I got kids to feed and bills to pay
Man I'm sorry bout troubles
But you think I got a dime to my
Quit talking quit your bullshit empty damn pockets
Ill squeeze this trigger and you motherfucker