Luyện nghe bài hát Bamboo And Serpents

New York New
New New York

Even the days can have a little rain
words ring through my brain as I ride this train
Sliding through the underbelly of this city
Just and looking on
Thinking how many people have been in exact same spot
their thoughts gone
Just lost in the sounds of the
Escaping just for a second any problem or regret ever had
We hit a bump and my snaps back
I look up to see a little boy with a crooked hat
Sitting calm confusion in his eyes
Looking up to a broken mother not to cry
across from them
Two left from me
Sit's a ghetto bred youth labeled in the color
like an urban militant in his 3x tee and jeans
He got off at the spot as me
But he kept
I stopped to watch a man so hard
It seemed like his words were about to
the memories he was verbally painting
As his guitar screamed along him
So I a five and went about my life
Hitting the streets like a rhythm without a
up to the city above me
Watching buildings the sky so high
I wonder if the heavens are down the NY

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

White snow covers the of my black gloves
Taking in the and the changes of the people walking past us
around
Homeless in shelters, brokers and sellers, drifters and dwellers,
tellers
Mindscapes
like we swallow the truth but cant seem to digest it
So I push forward Maples over head
Across the park the skies are decipher words in my breath
I it all
The in blue, rich men in suits, Pols and Jews, the 14th loop
Existent
Read the signs and decide to head north some
Stuyvesant lights
The on East River seaside
signs graffiti murals, Tompkins Park the snow is knee high
I've reached the point were streets
beanie 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 York New

I can feel the snow the back of my head as I sit upon the steps
of this
Watching time by
I let my mind slide static lines
this guy who jus bought a dime asks me for a light
But doesn't wait for a he just heads inside
So I about him, get up and start walking down the street
Staring up at empty frozen trees
In this little city Avenue B
Where if you look to left
You'll see a man getting jacked right before the Christmas
Because honest men aren't the men with kids
And easier to rob a man then to work for him
Now past Stuyvesant, I'm down to the last letter this alphabet
got
But I stop to watch a cop drop nine in a ragtop
Coming my way, hoping a stray don't come 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, can I head now?
Walking blocks and a bridge out
Five points stare
As I hear clack with a tips shout

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

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

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

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

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

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