Luyện nghe bài hát Bamboo And Serpents

New York New
New York New

Even the sunniest days can a little rain
words ring through my brain as I ride this train
Sliding swift through the underbelly of city
Just listening and on
Thinking how people have been in this exact same spot
With thoughts gone
Just lost in the of the tracks
just for a second any problem or regret they've ever had
We hit a bump and my mind snaps
I look up to see a little boy a crooked blue hat
Sitting calm with in his eyes
Looking up to a broken mother not to cry
Right across from
Two seats from me
a ghetto bred youth labeled in the color green
Looking like an urban militant in his 3x tee and
He got off at the same as me
But he kept
I stopped to watch a man sing so
It seemed like his words about to bleed
With the memories he was painting
As his guitar screamed along him
So I dropped a five and went about my
Hitting the streets like a without a beat
Looking up to the above me
Watching buildings the sky so high
I wonder if the are keeping down the NY

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

White snow the cotton of my black gloves
Taking in the and the changes of the people walking past us
around
Homeless in shelters, and sellers, drifters and dwellers, stock
tellers
Mindscapes
like we swallow the truth but cant seem to digest it
So I push forward hang over head
Across the park the skies are dark decipher in my breath
I it all
The jakes in blue, rich men in suits, Pols and Jews, the loop
thoughts
Read the signs and to head north some blocks
street lights
The on East River seaside
Peace signs graffiti murals, Tompkins Park the snow is knee
I've the point were streets collide
Black beanie to the a skull cap dressed
Amongst the New sketch
I sit and stare in the upon the building steps

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

I can feel the freezing the back of my head as I sit upon the steps
of project
time creep by
I let my mind slide static lines
Until guy who jus bought a dime asks me for a light
But doesn't wait for a reply he just heads
So I about him, get up and start walking down the street
Staring up at these empty frozen
In this city above Avenue B
Where if you look to your
You'll see a man getting jacked before the Christmas weeks
Because honest men aren't the men with kids
And it's easier to rob a man to work for him
Now past Stuyvesant, I'm heading down to the letter this alphabet
got
But I stop to watch a cop drop nine in a ragtop
Coming my way, hoping a stray don't ruin my day
I stay 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 head
Walking some and a bridge out
points stare down
As I hear cans with a tips shout

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

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

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

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

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

Coupled with a night
Brick and a black sky
to fathom and imagine dons of this hood use to pass by
I through this complex
Drop my head and get lost in verses
Fall out of consciousness slip back fit my words in
Stand still mother I'll empty my shit
Trying to think why you got to do this
Homie this the we live, I got kids to feed and bills to pay
Man I'm sorry your troubles
But you think I got a to my name?
talking quit your bullshit empty your damn pockets
Ill squeeze trigger and body you motherfucker