Luyện nghe bài hát Claiming The City

Life moves fast,
You don't and look around once awhile you could miss it.
Look, I've been from my city, the city's changes aint pretty
still be playing the dizzy.
Forgotten corners, the forgotten its warriors,
who died young, i taking the sun is shining before us.
I rhyme, bodies spread lies in the boarders of concrete and glass
foul hearted police aiming gas.
My head hangs low but beats my hope goes the past
And days i glade to the pack.
We the same kids they'd be to invade Iraq, and the per say to crack.
I got that Gray and OJ in the glass.
The last day before my cousin hit the pen the swing,
I came back to the just to be down with the king.
And love is it seems,
Just he find out it his baby cousin fell off a balcony.
Images of paradise is drowning me.
Lost souls and I can't let go no
the scenario that rules double bello
black, brownted
southsiders tell the hello
and heaven by and it to much to ask why.
From places of plenty to the space with no pity the force is our city,
one day at a time.
If I don't change whats given,
what can I say to my who gonna be claiming this city,
one day at a time.

I grew up on Hill
two parents and two cars.
They had a marriage, we even had a swing set in our yard.
My mom didn't a job, because my dad made enough money that we could live comfortably and he could support us.
Now, he to Tacoma, so we knew we be good.
But then I realized everybody looked like me in my neighborhood.
I go to school, was diverse.
But indeed us, I got sandwiches and carpi suns well my friends ate free lunch.
It's trying to look back, cause when I was growing up
I didn't understand the was there's something called a social status.
And my friends wanted my financial bracket.
And then my divided,
from neighborhood to
We're but we claim we're progressive.
The police shoot in the hood but never in my residence.
As a white person been shot at stopped in a Lexus.
And to that we have claimed that so much has changed
Brown verses the bored of education and Roe verses Wade.
But around my way it all the same,
just figured out a way to septate the black and white ways.
From places of plenty to the space with no pity the force is our city,
one day at a time.
If I don't whats been given,
what can I say to my children who gonna be this city,
one day at a time.
From of plenty to the space with no pity the force is changing our city,
one day at a time.
If I don't whats been given,
can I say to my children who gonna be claiming this city,
one day at a time.

Say its the city in the world,
riding, its just a pimp in the shadows of Amazon's office site.
And the jungle the slide in Jose Rizas park.
Its hard in the gate a trail to a place over I-5
families survive, most my early life we'd known about it
development.
They kick them folks out and move them around every chance they can since so of homelessness but ignoring them aint goin to change it
And down there decks aint gonna make your ass safer.
For all that paper wasting, just to up Safeco,
while Garfeild High School remains like a slave.
Oh, we gave up on hope a time ago son.
I woke on this floor after pacing hours before, mind racing a child torn in war zones.
With every side we need to manage and understand this balance I can't fall or falter.
Brother, I'm just the author and no amount of words offered is ever been enough alter this system swallowing souls my own folks from up coast.
Only dreams close of what America was to be.
But works for rich the south in reality.
Take my family back to what they running from before, when they left that war.
shit, different continent.
Home don't anymore.
Home exist anymore.
The 206 today is aint the same.