Luyện nghe bài hát Climb Trees

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

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

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

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

Mind not the that are on my premise. Endlessness is my "to be continued..."
Notice the in my footnotes when 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 know I'm famous in 2000 years
So I say shit loud in their ears and I spit a wretched verse in face...
Disrespecting their personal
In a split second, curtains and drapes get
They think shut me out, but I can see their ugly mouth in the shape of "O"s
I'd break their with a stone that has a note attatched
that says "I Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"IIIIIIIII MEEEEEEEENNNNN"

Yeah** This conversation is mine. I own all the in boring small talk,
And I've trade marked this facial expression the "gawk."
So fuck off. I dis functions souped by and hockey fights
While discussion groups infringe upon my
All bitches want me tonight...I've been so great and respectful
They only get salty when I bend them the shape of a pretzel
I make them flexible I break their schedule. It only got hard...
When I asked 'em politely not to me and to give up.(i think he says 'their')..God
Damn...this is easier than I thought it 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 take you all under my broken

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

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