Luyện nghe bài hát Claiming The City

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

I grew up on Capitol
two parents and two cars.
They had a beautiful marriage, we had a swing set in our yard.
My mom didn't have a job, because my dad made money that we could live comfortably and he could support us.
Now, he to Tacoma, so we knew we be good.
But I realized everybody looked just like me in my neighborhood.
I go to school, was diverse.
But indeed us, I got sandwiches and carpi suns my friends ate their free lunch.
It's trying to look back, cause when I was growing up
I didn't understand the fact was there's something a social status.
And my black wanted my financial bracket.
And then my divided,
from to neighborhood
We're but we claim we're progressive.
The shoot in the hood but never once in my residence.
As a white person been shot at stopped in a Lexus.
And to think that we claimed that so much has changed
since Brown the bored of education and Roe verses Wade.
But my way it all stays the same,
they just 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 who gonna be claiming 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 richest in the world,
riding, its just a pimp city in the shadows of office site.
And the jungle the slide in Jose Rizas park.
Its hard in the with a trail to a place over I-5
where families survive, my early life we'd known about it
development.
They kick them folks out and move them around every chance can since so sacred of homelessness but ignoring them aint goin to change it
And tearing down there decks aint gonna your ass safer.
For all that paper wasting, just to up Safeco,
while High School still remains like a slave.
Oh, we gave up on a long time ago son.
I woke on this floor pacing hours before, mind racing like a child torn in war zones.
With every side challenge we need to manage and understand this balance I can't or falter.
Brother, I'm just the author and no amount of words offered is ever enough alter this system swallowing souls broke my own folks from up coast.
Only dreams close of what America was to be.
But for rich only the south in reality.
Take my family back to what they were running from before, when left that war.
shit, different continent.
Home exist anymore.
don't exist anymore.
The 206 today is aint the same.