Last days, last
As I off the stage and try to understand Why you that I am someone you can do with? How? When you and I come from two Polar opposite
Under normal circumstances, I would be you And your rich parents up at gunpoint, the combination To the wall safe, while your sister screams suffering pistol whipped pain or looking back at you In a filled with absolutely none of my peers
Why are you Is this some voyeuristic bullshit? See black man sing? Or maybe, just maybe, you've subjected To so many drive byes and gang shootings That you, yourself have become numb to the pain me
And you check this out, have insane from overdoses of reality Well, stomach this, at the rate we're going right now, white boy, You, you and I, will die holding each other's real, the world's at war, we're at war
Check yourself, be me, check your goddamn self It's down 1997, see the light, red lasers Rip my neighborhood at night, time is short Homicide is the one sport
Last days, last days, are the last days
So, now that all the 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, with so much Honestly, I do not that you are able to comprehend The of the evil, but trip this There no white faces there, just black on black genocide
The only white men, were the cops that showed up Late in the fourth, to outline the teenaged 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 itself to blame?
Not who creates the conditions? Who stops, action And welfare? Who loves the three law? Didn't see 'em at the million man Or the hundred and fifty thousand man march
Let daddy tell it, there's a lotta lies out there What side ya on? Armageddon is I am the fourth rider of the apocalypse, game
Last days, are the last days days, these are the last days Last days, these are the 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 last days, these are the last days Last days, are the last days, last days
I hate you, you me, and what does that 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 you anything?
I ain't nobody, but a brother South Central Who's had the opportunity to go the world And I found out, that, we're all not really different Racism, is the one enemy of earth
only one race, the human race And if we get it together soon, this song is true We are all in the last days