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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 circumstances, I would be waking you
And rich parents up at gunpoint, demanding the combination
To the wall safe, while little sister screams suffering
From pistol whipped or looking back at you
In a courtroom filled with absolutely of my peers

Why are you here? Is this some voyeuristic
See man sing? Or maybe, just maybe, you've been subjected
To so many audio drive and gang shootings
That you, yourself have become numb to the pain me

And you check out, have become insane from overdoses of reality
Well, stomach this, at the we're going right now, white boy, yeah
You, you and I, die holding each other's throats
That's real, the at war, we're at war

Check yourself, don't be me, check your goddamn
It's goin' 1997, see the light, red lasers
Rip through my neighborhood at night, is short
Homicide is the number one

Last days, last days, are the last days

So, now that all the soaked, I and you
Start to reanalyze every word I ever said, am I a
Or am I just someone, who tells it, how the it is?
Well, the truth of the thing is, I was on crime

Walking through an environment, so filled, so much hate
Honestly, I do not feel you are able to comprehend
The magnitude of the evil, but trip
There were no white faces there, black on black genocide

The only white men, there the cops that showed up
in the fourth, to outline the teenaged bodies in chalk
So who do I hate? Do I hate you? Do I myself?
Or possibly, am I intelligent enough, to only the conditions
Of the ghetto itself to

Not who creates the Who stops, affirmative action
And welfare? Who loves the strikes law?
Didn't see 'em at the man march
Or the hundred and fifty thousand man march

Let your tell it, there's a lotta lies out there
What side ya on? Armageddon is
I am the fourth of the apocalypse, recognize game

Last days, these are the last
Last days, these are the days
Last days, are the last days, last days

But, I'm all wrong, maybe everything is okay
Maybe, all just gonna get along
Maybe, I'm trippin', maybe is perfect, yeah, right

Last days, these are the days
Last days, these are the last
Last days, are the last days, last days

I hate you, you hate me, and what that equal?
It equals nothing and that's what we're gonna have
Nothing, I, we make a change soon
And who am I to you anything?

I ain't nobody, but a brother from South
Who's had the opportunity to go around the
And I found out, that, we're all not that different
Racism, is the one enemy of earth

There's only one race, the race
And if we don't get it together soon, song is true
We are all living in the days