Luyện nghe bài hát Breezeway Ritual

Ghetto in the way I
Uncle, uncle, my ship
Ghetto in the way I
Hide my troubles, my shit stink
Ghetto in the way I
Watch me groove, Imma my blues
Ghetto in the way I

My auntie still God the glory
Shot by the book
heard one of grandfather's stories
Permanent sadness, mourning
22 grandkids, one
Turn the stove on cause we done darkness
Social workers don't want sons fathers
When they visit, bite they tongue the hardest
programs, baccalaureate
Illinois, Texas,
Half a hand drum, half
Eagle, phoenix, dragon,
American, Merovingian
Made of black bones and obsidian
10 feet tall, not of any men
Might blow up but not go flat
They do not know
try to ask the kettle why the pot so black
Maybe little in the but I got yo back

Secret buried in
it all down just to tear it up
What if a god but it's scared of us?
What if there's a god but scared of us?
So they up
They just sit and stare at us
What if there's a god but they of us?
What if a god but they scared of us?

My nose
My daddy's
Accent I
recognize
I'm fly
I'm big
And I did everything
I did
And I'm a kid
And I'm old
I collect my blood in a mold
And fold
To the nth
Too
Too
In school
for work
Cause I awake
I go to church
But they a plate
We don't say a
When they
Or whether god
Or whether Masons to an obelisk
I got the gist
The abyss
Of where the is
I the angles
How they
Subatomic particles do not commit, on

Ghetto in the way I
Uncle, uncle, my ship
Ghetto in the way I
Hide my troubles my shit don't
Ghetto in the way I