Luyện nghe bài hát One Day Closer

My mama told me find a real job, 'cause I'm what I'm doing cut it
Say she never seen a get rich struggling and shit
Just fussing and I trying to hear that
Leaving out the house, I the news and it's clear that
If mama would have said a few to them damn fools
You wouldn't have them killers in the
The of the innocent
Praises be to God the
Most merciful, and I would question you
But being shot down'll hurt a dude
I the devil's got her heels on
But as I walk through the valley, I just feel
And life has got a funny way of
A man of faith but all in all it's a
To walk up out the without a scratch on me
And to talk about my journey, where you at, homie?

Sam was by the river
Martin, he had a
But that don't mean there be harmony
because the choir sings
They say change gon' come
So when is gon' come?
Somebody me, somebody tell me (I'm not gon' lie, I'm getting scared now)

I burying my classmates
I skipping classes in the 8th grade
And walking to the Burger King at
And coming before the bell rung, but one time
We decided we was ditch the whole day
And catch the to Sharpstown, I'll always
Remember Kurtis beatboxing on the seat
Me freestyling, knew every rapper that he
up to us, K run through us
Man, I them old days, if one knew us
You that we was destined for greatness
Father's Day came, that's when God set to him
Too dying young, no sequel
And I gone a many night sleepless
Every page brings the ending
One day closer, on you on how you spend it

Sam was born by the
And Martin, he had a
But that mean there will be harmony
Just because the sings
They say that change gon' come (Change come, oh oh)
So is change gon' come? (When is change gon' come?)
Somebody tell me, somebody me (And every day it's something different)

It's politics or one's religion (Yeah, yeah)
We need to keep our guns in my
It's the that you need to take control of
You have the right to bear your arms they told us
tragic when an innocent is gunned down
But Congress wants to take away our Wow
Now, about off in Chicago?
Huh? Them little in Chicago
Parents heart-broke, I pray I never that feeling
And although the truth is so
We push it to the side like we don't
And that shit me madder
That's right, my Brad Jordan
No different a Trayvon Martin (no different)
No different than a shot down
Your picture of a Jesus