Luyện nghe bài hát Last Days

Last days, days

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

normal circumstances, I would be waking you
And your parents up at gunpoint, demanding the combination
To the wall safe, while little sister screams suffering
From whipped pain or looking back at you
In a courtroom filled with absolutely of my peers

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

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

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

Last days, last days, are the last days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hate you, you hate me, and does that equal?
It equals nothing and that's exactly we're gonna have
Nothing, I, we make a change soon
And who am I to tell you

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

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