Luyện nghe bài hát Climb Trees

Sun set and sun rise I'm my own personal light
switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateaus
The Earth...manipulates beneath me
I still...stagnate. Can't kill...this lagged state

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

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

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

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

I talk to freaks. I even ignore my neighbors who live down the stairs
I walk the streets. And they know that I'm famous in 2000 years
So I say shit loud in their ears and I spit a wretched in their face...
their personal space
In a split second, and drapes get closed
They think they've shut me out, but I can see their mouth in the shape of "O"s
I'd their windows with a stone that has a note attatched
that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you the haps:"

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

I am from a distant place that 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 become the most sinister sin city slicker *************
dim witted trixter
critical grinning hipster
Whisper...to my earhole...tell me not to be
Be
not to any...sudden...movements
Show me your sole...I like to study prints

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

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

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

"IIIIIIIII MEEEEEEEENNNNN"

Yeah** conversation is mine. I own all the stock in boring small talk,
And I've trade marked this facial expression the "gawk."
So fuck off. I dis functions souped by ninjas and fights
While discussion groups infringe my copyrights
All them bitches want me tonight...I've so great and respectful
They only get salty when I bend into the shape of a pretzel
I make them 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 easier I thought it would be
They'll any party and not fight it as long as they're invited cordially
Unfortunately, I've only got so many 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 because I'm not enough to stand up to God

Who's the right woman?! Throw up one hand...and it now