Luyện nghe bài hát Climb Trees

Sun set and sun rise I'm my own light show
Flipping switches...moving from basin bottoms to
The Earth...manipulates itself me
I stand still...stagnate. kill...this lagged state

Life...manipulates itself me, but I'm dead still
Upright...but still
Word is still born...I will not stoop to the level of the stoop y'all chill on
If the building's boarded up and the children of the
-er Liquor don't want to kick it no more...
because holes filled the wall, sneakers are scuffed & toes have become sore

I saw y'all walk from the hood of luck
Yeah, if these walls could talk wouldn't shut the fuck up

in your pick up truck. Drive from the mountain range
Cash the in on your shoulder, cut your losses, die young, count the change
How strange...you think these clouds lovely?
Smoke signals...manipulate themselves me
No symbols...are below me enough to
I know you read my move, I wrote the book

Mind not the that are on my premise. Endlessness is my "to be continued..."
Notice the nervousness in my footnotes being interviewed
Shaking uncontrollably. "How you doing?" "Not bad...how you?"
it right back to me like "What've you been up to?"

I don't talk to freaks. I even ignore my who live down the stairs
I walk the streets. And they don't that I'm famous in 2000 years
So I say shit in their ears and I spit a wretched verse in their face...
their personal space
In a split second, curtains and get closed
They think they've shut me out, but I can see their mouth in the shape of "O"s
I'd break their windows a stone that has a note attatched
that says "I hate Jim Crow, and a poem to let you know the haps:"

"I've got a golden axe and I cherry trees down
Dead to world. Bury me now."

I am a distant place that sits and waits for my belated time to come
but its too late I've missed my fate. I "F" with the deaf, blind and
My father taught me one thing...how to a gun
I don't bother...this is for fun

I have the most sinister sin city slicker *************
dim witted trixter
critical shit grinning
Whisper...to my earhole...tell me not to be
Be
not to any...sudden...movements
Show me your sole...I like to study prints

You've stepped to me before! I can recognize stubby toes!
I them guys with bloody clothes. For a second time...nobody knows
The pain I've seen. knows the pain I've seen
Nobody knows why I've got a bloody nose or how made it bleed

Climb trees...go out on a
To me...forget about him
Forget about hymns...what are those that you sing
are those songs that are in your head echoing...

I am not to make a change. I break chains
I break dance and move Strange--
Strange Famous is infamous for mission statements
Living in basements with subterranean secret service
With little patience. A pediatrician who kids
lib is getting choked to death by their own baby bibs
Baby, did you know I love women who mankind?
I about it all the damn time....keep it comin' HUH!!!

"IIIIIIIII MEEEEEEEENNNNN"

Yeah** This conversation is mine. I own all the stock in small talk,
And I've trade marked facial expression called the "gawk."
So off. I dis functions souped by ninjas and hockey fights
While discussion groups upon my copyrights
All them bitches me tonight...I've been so great and respectful
They only get salty I bend them into the shape of a pretzel
I make flexible when I break their schedule. It only got hard...
When I 'em politely not to fight me and to give up.(i think he says 'their')..God
Damn...this is than I thought it would be
They'll attend any party and not fight it as as they're invited cordially
Unfortunately, I've got so many hundred openings
But talk to me, I want to you all under my broken wings

the right man for the job?!
Put up your hands y'all I'm not tall enough to stand up to God

the right woman?! Throw up one hand...and wave it now