Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Ways

Word to Grandpops who couldn't fathom the
I don't hate America, demand she keeps her promises
looking like the 60's, it's crazy
A nationwide deja vu, my people 'posed to do?
Go to named after the Klan founder
Word 'round town is y'all see why we frowning
Native American students to learn about Junípero Serra
How is that fair,
Some heroes unsung and some get monuments built for 'em
But ain't we all a bit a monster? We crooked!
Man, your heroes are
And man can sure try, but God gives purpose
You crooked!
Be humble or be
kingdom can catch flames as effortless as riots
Entire empire's a castle, chill
And the strength of your whole team is crumbled one meme
crooked!
Your whole works is
He ain't old enough to buy beer but go on and him
Send him to Iraq and why he come crazy?
'Cause no human being see the inside of a baby
You expect in a system that needed to be convinced
Of the madness of trusting a that waved a Confederate flag
crooked!
That's twisted, demented, perverted, got written all over us
And got the nerve to judge other
Crooked!
logic fatally flawed
Like is a sign that you out of the will of God
Like one ounce of gains the same amount of jail time
As eighteen of cocaine, but ain't they the thing?
crooked!
Stay eating our own
And muster up a 'stead of celebrating shine
And somehow that's like the world needs to know
We exposing posers with judgmental boulders
Crooked!
And at one time, we built
One can only wonder why we wiped ourselves out yet
as good as it gets: crooked!
Clueless buffoons put a man on the
And I still can't get reception in my room
crooked!
Boy, that's often
Awful standoff-ish, is outlandish
And uncanny, resemblance a mis-mark
Like Chris Columbus as well have landed in Denmark
Me - an Allstar Chuck Taylor rhyme sayer
And the fact I ain't get on the way here is amazing
Me - a crooked stick in all of its goodness
And the school-to-prison pipeline missed this
And moving minds swiftly and change an industry
Tailor-made for 'cause cuz got bad blood
Yeah, y'all still looking at a Rat
Pen player, earthworm, cat, hates trend
learn my lesson the day after the world ends
And wrestling with it since my wife was my girlfriend
Crooked like take a bullet for my wife
Yet I what's under the skirt of the girl on my flight
These are mine, wander off sight, come and get me
Homie, I'm not a leader, just a hippie daddy issues
Shatter dreams and promises, a closed-minded
All the while in the pulpit, the culprit
We are all of the above, and wrong and indifferent
Yet of the above, it naturally fit in this
Subjects and subjected to my detriment
Dedicated to devastating pride
It's quite a ride but if you inside, bruh
things just don't make sense, go wit' it
We perplexed at the truth that defies logic
But who say that the best way to understand it?
Man, that's the of our colonizers
Truth is proven through ears and eyes and
If you can't touch it, then you trust it
That's why can't explain the love in my daughter's eyes
And that's that conscious rap, oh played out
You old-school, you old, dude, you out
It's not cool, them old rules, they out
There's new rules, them new ain't like you
They say you hating when you don't toss 'em a
I for every test and y'all is looking for a cheat sheet
Things I gotta tell ya, love you too to be scared of ya
Concoction of contradictions, and paradox
confusion like the way that I see me
An apex predator, ten steps of ya
Desperately trying to hide my
Papier maché proper, you to hide the duct tape
Defending my card castle like it stand in one gust of wind
The lust of shackle me just as I be tackling
My inner demons eat through my marriage and my
What is and humble?
Eloquent ridiculous, confident and
The smell of and broken dreams
Sold out the for the VIPs
Bands that could've been contenders now Beach vendors
Like dawg, that be me
I I'd never wear skinny jeans
But homie looks real dumb in size 40
That's laughable, better be
And hit the road to see how far rabbit hole go
This is present
None of this "already I've been delivered"
of that pseudo-righteousness
I'mma let you guess the
Lusted little clusters by natives
That's the picture of foolish pride in the eyes of General
They his eyes slowly close like
"Yeah, weirdo, we the Alamo"
It's confusing, generals get statues
Even for the battles they lose
People are so
Perpetuating the same they out protesting
And exposing the holes in our motives like
side are you on: Walter or Sky's?
You cornered now 'cause corner boy is now humanized
Tryna make ends meet like you and I
That shifts your paradigm, bruh go
Change life on sight like the skies in Morocco
What is man but rich toiled in fine Hennessy
A beautiful garden that cost a penny
it's freely given, but you've been warned
These halos stay on the tip of our horns
We crooked!