Luyện nghe bài hát Last Days

Last days, last

As I off the stage and try to understand
Why you feel I am someone you can do with?
How? 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 little screams suffering
From pistol whipped pain or looking at you
In a courtroom filled with none 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 drive byes and gang shootings
That you, yourself have become to the pain like me

And you check this out, become 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 other's
real, the world's at war, we're at war

Check yourself, be me, check your goddamn self
It's goin' down 1997, see the light, red
Rip through my neighborhood at night, is short
Homicide is the number one

Last days, days, these are the last days

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

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

The only white men, there the cops that showed up
Late in the fourth, to the teenaged 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 to blame?

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

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

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

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

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

I hate you, you hate me, and what that equal?
It equals nothing and exactly 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
had the opportunity to go around the world
And I found out, that, all not really that different
Racism, is the one enemy of earth

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