Luyện nghe bài hát Bamboo And Serpents

New York New
New New York

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

New New York
These New York streets 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 past us
around
Homeless in shelters, brokers and sellers, drifters and dwellers,
tellers
Mindscapes
It's like we swallow the truth but seem to digest it
So I push forward hang over head
Across the park the are dark decipher words in my breath
I it all
The jakes in blue, rich men in suits, Pols and Jews, the 14th
thoughts
Read the signs and decide to head north some
street lights
The projects on East seaside
Peace signs graffiti murals, Park the snow is knee high
reached the point were streets collide
Black beanie to the side a cap dressed
the New York sketch
I sit and stare in the snow the building steps

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

I can feel the freezing the back of my head as I sit upon the steps
of this
time creep by
I let my mind slide brewing lines
Until this guy who jus bought a dime asks me for a
But wait for a reply he just heads inside
So I forget him, get up and start walking down the street
Staring up at these empty frozen
In little city above Avenue B
Where if you to your left
You'll see a man getting jacked before the Christmas weeks
Because honest men aren't the only men kids
And it's to rob a man then to work for him
Now Stuyvesant, I'm heading down to the last letter this alphabet
got
But I stop to watch a cop drop nine shots in a
Coming my way, hoping a stray don't come my day
I stay stuck praying for luck to ask death to
And he listens as I go my business
Wondering what destination I'm feeling, where can I now?
some blocks and a bridge out
Five points down
As I hear clack with a tips shout

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

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

Look to the stacks buildings icy snow fall with the brick
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 Queens bridge my gone sick blinded by street

Coupled with a cold
buildings and a black sky
Hard to and imagine dons of this hood use to pass by
I walk through complex
Drop my and get lost in past verses
Fall out of slip back fit my last words in
Stand still mother 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 your troubles
But you think I got a to my name?
Quit talking quit your empty your damn pockets
Ill this trigger and body you motherfucker