Luyện nghe bài hát Children

V1 (16)
One day you'll look at your life and wonder, like "what the fuck was I thinking"/
and drinking at seven - public delinquent/
Setting yourself up for nothing, just loving life, cussing &
Without knowing to believe 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 if who you were is who you are this instant/
Cause when you're 10 you're not far from an
Or when could be listed down as your longest commitment/
Shit, time has a wicked sense of humor harshly sadistic/
It puts what you did wrong, in the distance by foggin your
I resentment for bandwagons, and tailgators,
cats who ain't graduate with a penchant for brand-fashion
Little miss know it all bitches, and Bully-Ass with bad manners/
So, if you can't stand it, let's action/

V2 (32)
You see - hindsight is as motherfucker/
Some never learn from others, cause they love to suffer/
I'm being real with y'all, I seldom my tongue up/
Yet, to this day, I never had the to say 'fuck' in front my mother/
I've come to realize the world changes with summer/
Sundown to sun up, the run out asunder/
I've seen the power of drugs, of and the violence of guns/
And the people get numb, as evil devours the young,
With a feeble of love instilled in em,
even teachers don't wanna build with 'em/
But I realized that I can still hit em, and see inside the chill bit em/
heat provided by a lil rhythm/
I seek to guide whoever's grippin for wisdom, do what I can/
Cause I wished I received a bit a this, but I was doomed to
The unscrupulous manner In I learned, with ruthless abandon/
Now, due to demand, behold the truth is at hand/
See, them cats you hanging with now, is who you
And they'll become their parents, so at them and decide if that's who you wanna be/
Honestly, think about qualities,/
probably exhibiting parts of these people's behaviors chronically/
Call me a saint to ya - see that bitch that thinks she's the shit
At 15 with the tits, the type kids would just fiend to get/
Will end up pregnant before she hits community college, broke and to be jobless
Abused by the dude she high with/
See, little girls believe every love is and it's timeless/
Till they get fucked by 'Mr. and guess who ends up crying/
But guys no stranger to the forces of nature/
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 they force upon you/
Believe me, is the exact course I've gone through.

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

V3 (16)
See, most motherfuckers are sheep, it was then and it still is/
Take away the uniforms, y'all will dress the way to fit in/
Nowadays I see ya, whatever you see on TV/
Media Brainwashed, buying a new trend every 3
And you're deep in cheap weed, liquor, there's even STD's in pre-teens
It's now, So, fuck whatever we think/
Well, ya might be. Things have only changed ever so slightly/
Like, Same Jordans the swoosh from Nike/
I see it's worse then ever. no respect and no thirst to endeavour/
Just kids want to be first 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 your shell/
I'll prolly rewrite song in 20 years, and dedicate it to myself/
I guess the jist of it is, that when you're big, you'll just how you lived/
And when you're a kid, you'll wish you were big/
So For now.

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

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