Luyện nghe bài hát Children

V1 (16)
One day you'll look back at your and wonder, like "what the fuck was I thinking"/
Puffing and drinking at seven - delinquent/
yourself up for nothing, just loving life, cussing & beefing/
Without knowing what to in/
Or even care for that matter, cause you're too to be hunting for reason/
When school are your function of meeting/
And looking back on the when the term 'back in the day' wasn't existent/
You wonder if who you is who you are this instant/
Cause when you're 10 not far from an infant/
Or when prom could be listed as your longest commitment/
Shit, time has a wicked sense of humor that's sadistic/
It what you did wrong, in the distance by foggin your senses/
I resentment for bandwagons, and tailgators,
Braggart cats who ain't graduate a penchant for brand-fashion
Little miss know it all bitches, and Bully-Ass bastards with bad
So, if you stand it, let's demand action/

V2 (32)
You see - hindsight is as motherfucker/
Some people never learn from others, cause love to suffer/
I'm real with y'all, I seldom bunch my tongue up/
Yet, to this day, I had the balls to say 'fuck' in front my mother/
I've come to realize the changes with every summer/
Sundown to sun up, the seasons run out
I've the power of drugs, of greed and the violence of guns/
And the people somehow get numb, as evil the young,
With a feeble amount of instilled in em,
even teachers don't wanna build with 'em/
But I realized that I can hit em, and see inside where the chill bit em/
With heat by a lil rhythm/
I seek to guide whoever's grippin for wisdom, I'll do what I
Cause I wished I received a bit a this, but I was to withstand/
The unscrupulous manner In which I learned, with ruthless
Now, due to demand, children behold the is at hand/
See, them you hanging with now, is who you are/
And they'll become their parents, so look at them and if that's who you wanna be/
Honestly, think their qualities,/
You're exhibiting parts of these people's behaviors chronically/
Call me a saint to warn ya - see bitch that thinks she's the shit
At 15 with the heaving tits, the type kids would just to get/
Will end up pregnant before she hits community college, and soon to be jobless
by the dude she gets high with/
See, little girls every love is true and it's timeless/
Till get fucked by 'Mr. Cool' and guess who ends up crying/
But guys ain't no stranger to the forces of
We're only out for pussy, that's why we split with no good to break up/
Now, Mr. Popularity, is that.
In 10 years, be Mr. Popularity with a bad job and a mustasche/
So, fuck that socialite bullshit that they force you/
Believe me, this is the exact course I've through.

Fly own way - Do your own thing/
Fuck what they say - your own swing/
Use mind now - Don't get swept up/
Use time well - get kept up/
Live own life - Get your taste right/
Find own vibe - Fuck what they like
Don't get up - Live in your own skin

V3 (16)
See, most motherfuckers are sheep, it was true and it still is/
Take away the uniforms, will dress the same way to fit in/
I see ya, doing whatever you see on TV/
Media Brainwashed, buying a new trend 3 weeks/
And you're knee deep in cheap weed, liquor, even STD's in pre-teens
It's different now, So, fuck we think/
Right? Well, ya might be. Things have only changed ever so
Like, Jordans minus the swoosh from Nike/
I see it's then ever. There's no respect and no thirst to endeavour/
Just kids that want to be in the center/
With no work ethic - to earn own personal shelter,
with pent up aggression, these are the things you observe as an elder/
Cause when you grow it hurts to stay inside shell/
I'll prolly rewrite this song in 20 years, and dedicate it to
I the jist of it is, that when you're big, you'll just miss how you lived/
And when you're a kid, you'll just you were big/
So For now.

Why You Fly On By/
If Your Flock You'll Die

You can get up under the wind and glide
The Sky is big for everybody.
You don't to live life the normal way/
Glide Your Own Way.