Luyện nghe bài hát Last Days

Last days, days

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

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

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

And you check this out, have become insane overdoses of reality
Well, stomach this, at the rate we're going now, white boy, yeah
You, you and I, will die each other's throats
That's real, the world's at war, at war

Check yourself, don't be me, check your self
goin' down 1997, see the light, red lasers
Rip through my neighborhood at night, is short
is the number one sport

Last days, last days, these are the days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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