Luyện nghe bài hát Territories

Future barren, vision.
struggle every day.
Masses flock, to wealth.
society.
Alternative economy, that feeds.
Inner hardest hit, multiplying breed.
terror, growing, spreading.
Beckoning to all hide.
Splitting fight for power.
divide.
I had no time for innocence, the soon took me in.
Age did not protect me the hell I lived with.
There was no choice I had no to walk my path alone.
Drafted to the of crime, as my history has shown.
I see no for myself, I dwell now day by day.
I my life for the gangs, to die by their way.
Six fly at me, trail of blows begins.
Feel the cold my mind as pain sets in.
Ten minutes pass I barely my ground.
Entrance to the streets elite I now found.
Averted eyes, to the rage.
Of that we refuse to see.
Constant denial, the backlash.
That we know see.
Reject the world as to be.
within themselves.
Ever hierarchy.
itself.