Luyện nghe bài hát Last Days

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