Luyện nghe bài hát Last Days

Last days, days

As I stare off the stage and try to
Why you feel that I am you can do with?
How? When you and I come from two
opposite lifestyles

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

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

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

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

Last days, last days, these are the last

So, now that all the soaked, I and you
Start to every word 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

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

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

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

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

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

But, maybe I'm all wrong, maybe everything is
Maybe, all just 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 that's exactly we're gonna have
Nothing, I, we don't a change soon
And who am I to you anything?

I ain't nobody, but a from South Central
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 one race, the human race
And if we don't get it together soon, song is true
We are all living in the days