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. Can't kill...this lagged

Life...manipulates itself me, but I'm dead still
Upright...but dead
Word is still born...I will not stoop to the of the stoop that 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...
holes have filled the wall, sneakers are scuffed & toes have become sore

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

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

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

I don't to freaks. I even ignore my neighbors who live down the stairs
I walk the streets. And they don't know that I'm in 2000 years
So I say shit loud in their ears and I a wretched verse in their face...
Disrespecting their space
In a split second, curtains and get closed
They they've shut me out, but I can see their ugly mouth in the shape of "O"s
I'd break their windows with a 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 chop trees down
Dead to this world. me now."

I am from a distant place that sits and waits for my belated to come
but its too late I've missed my fate. I "F" with the deaf, and dumb
My taught me one thing...how to fire a gun
I bother...this is survival for fun

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

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

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

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

"IIIIIIIII MEEEEEEEENNNNN"

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