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