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

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

And you check this out, have insane from overdoses of reality
Well, stomach this, at the rate we're going right now, boy, yeah
You, you and I, will die holding each throats
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 my neighborhood at night, time is short
Homicide is the one sport

Last days, 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 of the thing is, I was raised on crime

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hate you, you hate me, and what does 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 tell you

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

There's only one race, the race
And if we get it together soon, this song is true
We are all living in the days