Luyện nghe bài hát Reason

I see people other people
me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no
the reason?

By the time of age nine I'm already
If I can protect from the hood by fightin'
Or usin' a knife or a gun when I'm
By by then them woulda pushed their way in our apartment
And we die then, so I been a young nervous in the projects
Watchin' them older pass pot and they high man

I'm just a boy, snot nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' their fingers at me
So I go to school and try to get good grades
Teacher mommy and kicked me outta school for havin' braids
So she cussed them, said, "My son ain't no hoodlum"
They judged us, thinking that we dumb 'cause where we come
Got a little and now I see
Young niggaz wanted by the powers be

I see people other people
Tell me the reason
That kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the

For wars we're fighting with each other
Season after
When you're workin' hard but there ain't comin'
the reason?

Uh, picture a black nanny and a
In a basket down 5th Ave
She had it, it's not her's to begin with
She gives it breakfast, and dinners
Treats it so tender while her own kids alone at home
With no phone on ain't had a good in so long
But so as mommy's a maid

Cookin' and cleanin', she feed her kids and her kids are dreamin'
Where's my daddy, my daddy, have you seen him?
I could them askin', what type of human being
leave his family, go back to the Carribean?
Was he up, shot up, does he have freedom?
Mommy said, "Wipe your tears, readin'"
But daddy's somewhere, spirit broken, defeated
A man he has to conquer all
The is his oyster, his pearl, so y'all know

No, I can't find no
Why we can't all live in
this world keeps spinning
Yet still I'm wondering what's the

I see people hating people
me what's the reason
When you're workin' but there ain't nothin' comin'
What's the

I know a girl, her was a fugitive
She's intuitive, be on some shit
She called the cops 'cause she his mother
Now he doin' numbers, now she gay with her lover
How many niggaz gon' die summer?
I pump life in my music, but still life is a

a officer in a squad car, he's a prostitute serial killer
It's odd, huh? 'Cause he's the cop in church with his wife
molestin' his son and she ignores it at night
Little bad ass bastard, lights a match and Betty Shabazz
In her pad while she
They said, "Prescott Bush Hitler while the world's in a twister"
Nigga, you expect? Imagine what's next

I see hating other people
Tell me the reason
your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the

For these we're fighting with each other
after season
When you're workin' hard, but there ain't comin'
What's the

Uh, uh, man, man'll search the planet
for what, tryin' to conquer all
So what? To all my niggaz they kids
That love kids, man, all the daddies out there
To all the niggaz that died tryin' to figure out what
Tryin' to be the biggest of the big, you
Yeah, yeah, forgive us
forgive us for we know not what we do
Breakin' hearts, leavin' the crib, out and shit
man, man