Luyện nghe bài hát Last Days

Last days, last

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

Under normal circumstances, I would be you
And rich parents up at gunpoint, demanding the combination
To the wall safe, while your sister screams suffering
From pistol whipped pain or back at you
In a filled with absolutely none of my peers

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

And you check this out, have insane from overdoses of reality
Well, stomach this, at the rate we're right now, white boy, yeah
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 goin' 1997, see the light, red lasers
Rip through my at night, time is short
Homicide is the one sport

days, last 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 truth of the thing is, I was raised on

Walking through an environment, so filled, with so much
Honestly, I do not feel you are able to comprehend
The of the evil, but trip this
There were no white faces there, just 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 you? Do I hate myself?
Or possibly, am I intelligent enough, to only hold the
Of the ghetto itself to

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

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

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

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

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

I you, you hate me, and what does that equal?
It equals and that's exactly what we're gonna have
Nothing, I, we don't make a change
And who am I to tell you

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

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