Luyện nghe bài hát Bamboo And Serpents

New New York
New New York

Even the sunniest days can a little rain
These words ring through my brain as I ride train
Sliding swift through the underbelly of city
listening and looking on
Thinking how many people have been in this exact same
With thoughts gone
Just lost in the of the tracks
Escaping just for a second any problem or they've ever had
We hit a bump and my snaps back
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 them
Two seats from me
Sit's a bred youth labeled in the color green
Looking like an urban militant in his 3x tee and
He got off at the spot as me
But he kept
I stopped to watch a man sing so
It seemed like his words were about to
With the memories he was verbally
As his guitar screamed with 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 scraping the sky so high
I wonder if the heavens are down the NY

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

White covers the cotton of my black gloves
Taking in the faces and the of the people walking past us
Look
Homeless in shelters, brokers and sellers, and dwellers, stock
market
neglected
It's we swallow the truth but cant seem to digest it
So I push forward Maples over head
Across the the skies are dark decipher words in my breath
I it all
The jakes in blue, rich men in suits, and Jews, the 14th loop
Existent
Read the signs and decide to north some blocks
street lights
The projects on East seaside
Peace signs graffiti murals, Tompkins Park the snow is high
I've reached the point streets collide
Black to the side a skull cap dressed
the New York sketch
I sit and in the snow upon the building steps

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

I can feel the freezing the back of my head as I sit upon the steps
of this
Watching creep by
I let my mind slide brewing lines
Until this guy who jus bought a dime me for a light
But wait for a reply he just heads inside
So I about him, get up and start walking down the street
up at these empty frozen trees
In this little above Avenue B
if you look to your left
You'll see a man getting jacked right the Christmas weeks
Because honest men aren't the only men 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 stuck for luck to ask death to wait
And he as I go about my business
Wondering what destination I'm feeling, can I head now?
some blocks and a bridge out
Five stare down
As I hear cans with a tips shout

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

Black over the hood I'm on the corner with the thugs
Silent foot steps under the moon as assume I'm slanging drugs
Empty whiskey in the gutters fiends collected
the tracks pregnant girl Camels smoke screen ingested
Shake my head but on count my steps a little further
Ave 5 points pad walls sprayed up bamboo and serpents
Queens subtracting street signs backwards from 40
Smoke from my burnt 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 buildings icy snow fall with the brick swift
Y's on the river front 23rd and bridge

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

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

Coupled with a cold
Brick and a black sky
Hard to fathom and imagine of this hood use to pass by
I walk this complex
my head and get lost in past verses
Fall out of consciousness slip back fit my last in
Stand still mother fucker I'll empty my
Trying to quick why you got to do this
this the life 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?
Quit talking quit your bullshit your damn pockets
Ill squeeze this and body you motherfucker