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Last days, days

As I stare off the stage and try to
Why you feel that I am someone you can do
When you and I come from two totally
Polar lifestyles

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

Why are you here? Is some voyeuristic bullshit?
See black man sing? Or maybe, just maybe, been subjected
To so many audio 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
That's real, the at war, we're at war

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

Last days, last days, are the last days

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

Walking through an environment, so filled, with so much
Honestly, I do not feel that you are able to
The magnitude of the evil, but this
There were no white there, just black on black genocide

The only men, there were the cops that showed up
Late in the fourth, to outline the bodies in chalk
So who do I hate? Do I hate you? Do I myself?
Or possibly, am I intelligent enough, to only hold the
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 your daddy tell it, a lotta lies out there
What side ya on? is near
I am the fourth rider of the apocalypse, recognize

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

But, maybe I'm all wrong, maybe everything is
Maybe, we're all just gonna get
Maybe, I'm trippin', life is perfect, yeah, right

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

I hate you, you hate me, and what does that
It equals nothing and that's what 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 brother from South
Who's had the opportunity to go the world
And I found out, that, we're all not really that
Racism, is the one enemy of earth

only one race, the human race
And if we don't get it soon, this song is true
We are all in the last days