Luyện nghe bài hát Reason

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

By the of age nine I'm already decidin'
If I can protect mommy from the hood by
Or a knife or a gun when I'm twenty-one
By by then them hoods pushed their way in our apartment
And we die then, so I been a young wreck in the projects
Watchin' them niggaz pass pot and they high man

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

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

For these we're fighting with each other
after season
When you're workin' but there ain't nothing comin'
the reason?

Uh, picture a black and a baby
In a basket down 5th Ave
She had it, it's not her's to begin with
She it breakfast, baths and dinners
Treats it so tender her own kids live alone at home
no phone on ain't had a good meal 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, who's my daddy, have you him?
I imagine them askin', what type of human being
leave his family, go back to the Carribean?
Was he locked up, shot up, does he have
said, "Wipe your tears, keep readin'"
But somewhere, spirit broken, feelin' defeated
A man he has to conquer all
The world is his oyster, his pearl, so y'all

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

I see people hating other
Tell me the reason
When you're workin' hard but there ain't comin'
What's the

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

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

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

For wars we're fighting with each other
Season after
When workin' hard, but there ain't nothing comin'
What's the

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