Luyện nghe bài hát Territories

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