Last days, last
As I stare off the and try to understand Why you feel that I am you can do with? How? When you and I come from two Polar lifestyles
Under normal circumstances, I be waking you And your rich up at gunpoint, demanding the combination To the wall safe, while your little sister screams pistol whipped pain or looking back at you In a courtroom filled with absolutely of my peers
Why are you here? Is this voyeuristic bullshit? See man sing? Or maybe, just maybe, you've been subjected To so many audio byes and gang shootings That you, yourself have become to the pain like me
And you check this out, have insane from overdoses of reality Well, stomach this, at the rate we're going right now, boy, yeah You, you and I, will die holding each throats That's real, the at war, we're at war
yourself, don't be me, check your goddamn self It's goin' 1997, see the light, red lasers Rip my neighborhood at night, time is short Homicide is the one sport
Last days, days, these are the last days
So, now all the reality's soaked, I and you Start to reanalyze every word I said, am I a racist? Or am I just someone, who it, how the fuck it is? Well, the of the thing is, I was raised on crime
Walking through an environment, so filled, so much hate Honestly, I do not feel that you are able to The of the evil, but trip this There were no white faces there, just black on black
The only white men, there were the that showed up in the fourth, to outline the teenaged bodies in chalk So who do I hate? Do I hate you? Do I hate Or possibly, am I enough, to only hold the conditions Of the ghetto itself to
Not who the conditions? Who stops, affirmative action And Who loves the three strikes law? Didn't see 'em at the million man Or the three hundred and fifty man march
Let your daddy tell it, a lotta lies out there side ya on? Armageddon is near I am the fourth of the apocalypse, recognize game
Last days, are the last days Last days, these are the days Last days, these are the last days, days
But, maybe I'm all wrong, maybe everything is Maybe, we're all just get along Maybe, I'm trippin', maybe is perfect, yeah, right
days, these are the last days Last days, are the last days Last days, these are the last days, last
I hate you, you hate me, and what does equal? It equals nothing and that's exactly we're gonna have Nothing, I, we don't make a soon And who am I to tell you
I ain't nobody, but a from South Central had the opportunity to go around the world And I found out, that, we're all not that different Racism, is the number one of earth
There's only one race, the race And if we get it together soon, this song is true We are all living in the days