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?
How? When you and I come two totally
Polar lifestyles

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

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

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

Check yourself, don't be me, check your 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, last days, these are the last

So, now all the reality's 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 of the thing is, I was raised 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 trip
There were no white faces there, just black on black

The only white men, were the cops that showed up
Late in the fourth, to outline the teenaged in chalk
So who do I hate? Do I you? Do I hate myself?
Or possibly, am I enough, to only hold the conditions
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 man march
Or the three hundred and fifty thousand man

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

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

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

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

I hate you, you me, and what does 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 you anything?

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

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